Be to me a rock of refuge,
to which I may continually come;
~Psalm 71
The writer here worries that the God he/she cries out to won't be there some time, won't be a refuge when approached.
In addition to the readings from the previous musing, I have continued to be bombarded it seems by reminders to pray, reminders of the centrality of prayer in the God-filled life, in the Christ-centered life. But were I to re-write this line I would write:
This is how desperate the state of prayer is for me, how much I need to learn, how far I have to go.
May I seek you as a rock of refuge,
Instead of my own competence;
~Andrea's Psalm
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