I'm a working mommy, a wife, a Christian, just turned 41 and happy with my life. God grew our family through adoption which has been a huge blessing.The title of my blog comes from the hymn, "Come Thou Fount of Every Blessing" and pretty much describes my life. God has been endlessly merciful and I will sing loud and long in His praise.
Welcome to my blogger page. My professional profile can be found at DeirdreWRussell.wordpress.com and over at LinkedIn.com. You can also find me at streamofcontinuousness for the fun stuff and fluff....oh and baby pictures. This blogger page will mostly be devotionals and meditations on scriptures. I'm not promising to be serious here though. I seriously believe that God is Fun. Enjoy my pages and I hope you come back to visit often.
I’ve been wishing for a chance to speak publicly about some recent events in my life, and at the same time I’ve been ashamed of that desire. Part of my southern upbringing is to suppress all hankering for publicity. So every time I caught myself wanting to speak up about some recent blessings I would firmly squash the desire by telling myself that it was rude to brag. But what I was failing to comprehend was that the publicity I wanted was not for myself. I don’t want to brag on my own accomplishments.
I earnestly yearn to brag on my God.
The God who brought my family through the struggles of infertility. The God who abundantly blessed us during both my husband’s layoff and my recent job loss. The God who has showered me in loving mercies during a time that most would see as a severe trial. Sure, I do have a public forum. I write a blog, but most of the folks in my church don’t read blogs and I find myself wanting my congregation, my home church to hear about my God and the wonderful things He has done for me.
Even the psalmist had this same longing. Look at Psalm 116:17 – 19
To You I shall offer a sacrifice of thanksgiving and call upon the name of the LORD I shall pay my vows to the LORD Oh may it be in the presence of all His people In the courts of the LORD’s house In the midst of you, O Jerusalem Praise the LORD!
So, in an effort to break out of my overly-southern, rigidly-polite heritage and offer public praise to my Lord, I now submit a sacrifice of praise in the form of a psalm. I'm not a poet, so forgive me if this is a little rough. It is from the heart and that is all I was trying to accomplish.
When I cast myself down and wept Lain down on a bed of sorrow You comforted my heart Your peace, O LORD flooded my mind
When I wandered in darkness, angry and filled with bitterness You sent words of comfort you gave a song to my throat and fierce joy to my limbs
My God will fight my battles You allowed earthly powers to triumph over me for a day but granted me the grace to look mine enemy in the face and bless Your name
My oppressor has acknowledged You O my God. The power of Your hand has been visible even unto him who has struck me down You caused him to weep in bitterness and to bless your name
You have allowed my oppressor to see Your favor for me. He has witnessed the outpouring of Your blessings on my house and my lands
O LORD my God May Your name be praised May my speech and the labor of my hands Be nothing more than a window to You
Protect me LORD from everything except Your Glory. May I never cease to sing Your Praise.
Try writing your own psalm to God during this Lent season and see what happens.