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1155 - 1171, Psalm 109

1155. That we can come before God with open and honest hearts whether our attitudes are right or wrong - see the Psalm below
1156. David's example of coming to God with praise an prayer when he was struggling... rather than blaming and/or running from Him
1157. So thankful I don't feel like this towards anyone at this time (and hopefully never will)
1158. That though each of us deserves punishment (as it is clear that David's enemy did...not to mention David), God continually pours out His love and grace.
1160. Multitasking - listening in on a parenting conference call & getting Mount Foldmore folded
1161. Blake playing quietly and with a good attitude while the Cole and Avonlea rested.
1162. A whole week at home (and the fact that I LOVE being home now...that is a miracle in and of itself)
1163. Matt starting a load of laundry every morning - so at least I only have Mount Foldmore - instead of Mount Washmore :)
1164. A few hours to myself (yeah, Auntie Mel!)
1165. Chubby baby and toddler legs
1166. Not so chubby mommy legs (finally beat my sugar addiction...that I didn't even know I had)
1167. Friends that love me enough to read this
1168. Couch forts - Daddy turned both couches upside down, covered them with blankets and played with the boys - they were in high heaven
1169. Homemade play dough from a sweet and thoughtful friend...and boys who played with it right away.
1170. Picturing Avonlea playing with the boys in couch forts and with play dough in no time
1171. Treasuring time

Psalm 109
 1 My God, whom I praise,  do not remain silent,
 2 for people who are wicked and deceitful have opened their mouths against me;
 they have spoken against me with lying tongues.
 3 With words of hatred they surround me; they attack me without cause.
 4 In return for my friendship they accuse me, but I am a man of prayer.
 5 They repay me evil for good, and hatred for my friendship.
 6 Appoint someone evil to oppose my enemy; let an accuser stand at his right hand.
 7 When he is tried, let him be found guilty, and may his prayers condemn him.
 8 May his days be few; may another take his place of leadership.
 9 May his children be fatherless and his wife a widow.
 10 May his children be wandering beggars; may they be driven[a] from their ruined homes.
 11 May a creditor seize all he has; may strangers plunder the fruits of his labor.
 12 May no one extend kindness to him or take pity on his fatherless children.
 13 May his descendants be cut off, their names blotted out from the next generation.
 14 May the iniquity of his fathers be remembered before the LORD;
 may the sin of his mother never be blotted out.
 15 May their sins always remain before the LORD,
 that he may blot out their name from the earth.
 16 For he never thought of doing a kindness,
 but hounded to death the poor and the needy and the brokenhearted.
 17 He loved to pronounce a curse— may it come back on him. 
He found no pleasure in blessing— may it be far from him.
 18 He wore cursing as his garment; it entered into his body like water,
 into his bones like oil.
 19 May it be like a cloak wrapped about him, like a belt tied forever around him.
 20 May this be the LORD’s payment to my accusers,
 to those who speak evil of me.
 21 But you, Sovereign LORD, help me for your name’s sake;
 out of the goodness of your love, deliver me.
 22 For I am poor and needy, and my heart is wounded within me.
 23 I fade away like an evening shadow; I am shaken off like a locust.
 24 My knees give way from fasting; my body is thin and gaunt.
 25 I am an object of scorn to my accusers; when they see me, they shake their heads.
 26 Help me, LORD my God; save me
according to your unfailing love.
 27 Let them know that it is your hand, that you, LORD, have done it.
 28 While they curse, may you bless; may those who attack me be put to shame,
 but may your servant rejoice.
 29 May my accusers be clothed with disgrace and wrapped in shame as in a cloak.
 30 With my mouth I will greatly extol the LORD; in the great throng of worshipers I will praise him. 31 For he stands at the right hand of the needy,
 to save their lives from those who would condemn them.


  1. I thought you said "couch FARTS" which made me laugh and then I laughed more when I realized I needed to put my glasses on. LOL! --Mindy


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