There are mornings when the sun hasn’t yet risen, but your thoughts already have. You’ve been there, haven’t you? Eyes wide open, heart pounding a little louder than the silence around you. Maybe it was 4:00 a.m. and all you could do was whisper a prayer into the darkness. Psalm 119:145–153 reads like it was …
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There are moments when words feel too small, too fragile to carry the weight of glory. Easter morning is one of those moments. The sky feels a little wider, as if heaven has leaned in to listen. The sunlight is not just light—it’s promise. And though the tulips bloom and the pews fill and the …
Psalm 119:137–144 is not so much read as it is felt. It’s the prayer of someone who’s seen the world go sideways and still decides to plant both feet on the unshifting character of God. These verses aren’t complicated. But they are strong. Strong like a lighthouse in a storm. Like truth told in a …
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Some passages in Scripture feel less like reading and more like eavesdropping—like you’ve stumbled into someone’s prayer closet, and the door happened to be open. Psalm 119:129–136 is one of those moments. You hear not just reverence, but hunger. Not just theology, but tears. “Thy testimonies are wonderful,” it begins.Not merely helpful. Not merely true. …
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