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1172 - 1191, Psalm 110-111

1172. Blake and Cole enthralled by the birds outside Avi's window
1173. A precious video (taken by Matt) of Cole and his "doggie"
1174. The way we are able to capture precious moments on film - so that we may treasure them forever
1175. The Lord providing at the last minute
1176. His Sovereignty (this one will probably make the list a million times...as does His GRACE)
1177. Family
1178. Friends that feel like family (even ones that don't know they do)
1179. Free Wi-Fi in public places
1180. Hope of getting our Christmas card (well, maybe New Years card) printed today
1181. Precious photo cards of family and friends all lined up on our wall
1182. Counting down the days till Christmas with our construction paper chain (thanks for the idea Jamie & Trish)
1183. Blake, out of the blue  - "Mommy, why did God tell Adam and Eve not to eat the fruit on the tree" I answered (afraid to write my answer here in case it isn't entirely theologically sound). Then he asked, "Why did the big ol' mean snake tell them to eat it anyway" I answered.  Then "Why did they hide behind the bushes?" I answered.
1184. Child like faith
1185. Knowing that God's word is sharper than a double edged sword - even the parts I don't understand (yet)
1186. The fact that the Messiah wasn't an afterthought - and we have access to the prophecies that prove it
1187. Learning (a little more each day) to praise him with ALL MY HEART
1188. PONDERING His GREAT WORKS & Learning to DELIGHT in them
1189. The reminder (can't ever be reminded enough) that He is GRACIOUS and COMPASSIONATE
1190. His PROVISION, POWER, FAITHFULNESS
1191. REDEMPTION


Hmmm, I know the following Psalm is referring to Christ and is probably supposed to bring encouragement (being that it is the word of God)...but, I must admit at this point in my walk with the Lord (thankfully it is growing and I am learning more and more to trust Him whether or not I understand) I don't find much soul comfort in it.  So, I've decided to include Psalm 111...I find it a bit (putting it lightly) more encouraging.  If anyone has any thoughts of encouragement regarding Psalm 110, feel free to leave a comment.  I'd love to read them.

Psalm 110
1 The LORD says to my lord:[a] “Sit at my right hand until I make your enemies a footstool for your feet.”
2 The LORD will extend your mighty scepter from Zion, saying, “Rule in the midst of your enemies!”
 3 Your troops will be willing on your day of battle. Arrayed in holy splendor, your young men will come to you like dew from the morning’s womb.[b]
 4 The LORD has sworn and will not change his mind: “You are a priest forever, in the order of Melchizedek.”
 5 The Lord is at your right hand[c]; he will crush kings on the day of his wrath.
 6 He will judge the nations, heaping up the dead and crushing the rulers of the whole earth.
 7 He will drink from a brook along the way,[d] and so he will lift his head high.

 Psalm 111
 1 Praise the LORD.[b] I will extol the LORD with all my heart in the council of the upright and in the assembly.
 2 Great are the works of the LORD; they are pondered by all who delight in them.
 3 Glorious and majestic are his deeds, and his righteousness endures forever.
 4 He has caused his wonders to be remembered; the LORD is gracious and compassionate.
 5 He provides food for those who fear him; he remembers his covenant forever.
 6 He has shown his people the power of his works, giving them the lands of other nations.
 7 The works of his hands are faithful and just; all his precepts are trustworthy.
 8 They are established for ever and ever, enacted in faithfulness and uprightness.
 9 He provided redemption for his people; he ordained his covenant forever— holy and awesome is his name.
 10 The fear of the LORD is the beginning of wisdom; all who follow his precepts have good understanding. To him belongs eternal praise.

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