Of Little Account
“When they were few in number, of little account, and strangers in it….he allowed no one to oppress them; he rebuked kings on their account...” Psalm 105:12,14
I’m currently doing my best to end each day with God—and his words—in my heart, and reverberating in my thoughts. And I want to turn that into a prayer as I complete my waking hours that I may, among other things, enter into the night watches receiving the gift of sleep that our Father has promised (Psalm 127:1-2).
Maybe, like me, you’re awfully tired as you make your way toward the bed, and the thought of picking a text and saying a prayer, well, ain’t no fuel in the tank left for that.
It’s why it is completely acceptable to get help, and mine has been a resource from author and pastor, Eugene Peterson (1932-2018). It’s called Praying with the Psalms: A Year of Daily Prayers and Reflections on the Words of David, and it’s an absolute treasure, and it’s less than $10 on Amazon.
And this is doable, dear reader. It’s a tiny book, with just a few verses from a Psalm, a one-paragraph reflection, and a one-paragraph prayer.
Here’s the entry from last night. May you experience God’s blessing as you read and pray.
And who knows? Maybe you’ll be inspired to begin a new bedtime routine.
Read Psalm 105:12-15
“When they were few in number, of little account, and strangers in it….he allowed no one to oppress them; he rebuked kings on their account...” Psalm 105:12,14
God's people can look back to a time when, though they were a mere handful of wandering refugees, they were absolutely safe in God's protection. We do not find our security by joining a strong and successful group, but by being servants to a strong and competent Savior. If we are "of little account" in the world's eyes, we are "chosen and precious in God's sight" (1 Peter 2:4).
PRAYER: "Through each perplexing path of life our wandering footsteps guide; give us each day our daily bread, and raiment fit provide. O spread Thy covering wings around till all our wanderings cease, and at our Father's loved abode our souls arrive in peace" (Philip Doddridge, "O God of Bethel, by Whose Hand"). Amen.
