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My Psalm 132

Father, my humiliations and hardships cannot be remembered to my credit;
I feel I have shown no endurance;
remember me still.
My vows were wishy-washy or made in pride,
yet You allow me into Your Tabernacle--
allow me access to Your Ark--
allow me to worship at the mercy seat.
You have given me salvation clothes and have made me a priest/king.
For Jesus sake You have not rejected me.
Help me keep Your covenant and eat Your Testimony--
bring in my children, their children, and theirs 'til You come.
Thank You for choosing my heart as Your habitation,
for dwelling there forever and not leaving me.
Teach me to be satisfied with Your bread.


Beth Moore, Stepping Up: A Journey Through the Psalms of Ascent

"If we choose to be around only those who require virtually nothing hard from us, what will prompt us (force us) to change?" (155)