As if they knew the season…

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Seven or eight deer visited our backyard this afternoon, as if they knew that this is the time to turn our hearts away from transient pleasures and towards eternal pleasures… The sudden appearance of winter deer always remind me of this Scripture that might be just perfect for this season:

Psalm 42

 

As the hart panteth after the water brooks, so panteth my soul after thee, O God.

My soul thirsteth for God, for the living God: when shall I come and appear before God?

My tears have been my meat day and night, while they continually say unto me, Where is thy God?

When I remember these things, I pour out my soul in me: for I had gone with the multitude, I went with them to the house of God, with the voice of joy and praise, with a multitude that kept holyday.

Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why art thou disquieted in me? hope thou in God: for I shall yet praise him for the help of his countenance.

O my God, my soul is cast down within me: therefore will I remember thee from the land of Jordan, and of the Hermonites, from the hill Mizar.

Deep calleth unto deep at the noise of thy waterspouts: all thy waves and thy billows are gone over me.

Yet the LORD will command his lovingkindness in the day time, and in the night his song shall be with me, and my prayer unto the God of my life.

I will say unto God my rock, Why hast thou forgotten me? why go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?

As with a sword in my bones, mine enemies reproach me; while they say daily unto me, Where is thy God?

Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why art thou disquieted within me? hope thou in God: for I shall yet praise him, who is the health of my countenance, and my God.

Psalm 43

 

 Judge me, O God, and plead my cause against an ungodly nation: O deliver me from the deceitful and unjust man.

 For thou art the God of my strength: why dost thou cast me off? why go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?

 O send out thy light and thy truth: let them lead me; let them bring me unto thy holy hill, and to thy tabernacles.

 Then will I go unto the altar of God, unto God my exceeding joy: yea, upon the harp will I praise thee, O God my God.

 Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why art thou disquieted within me? hope in God: for I shall yet praise him, who is the health of my countenance, and my God.

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    Jan

    What a beautiful backyard you have!!! I love the psalms!

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