Author Archives: Andrea R Huelsenbeck
The Psalm Project #27
I will open my mouth in parables, I will utter hidden things, things from of old— what we have heard and known, what our fathers have told us (Psalm 78:2-3 NIV). Dear God, we remember what You have done throughout … Continue reading
The Psalm Project #26
Turn your steps toward these everlasting ruins, all this destruction the enemy has brought on the sanctuary. Your foes roared in the place where you met with us; they set up their standards as signs. They behaved like men wielding … Continue reading
The Psalm Project #25
Even when I am old and gray, do not forsake me, O God, till I declare your power to the next generation, your might to all who are to come (Psalm 71:18 NIV). Dear God, You are the Creator of … Continue reading
The Psalm Project #24
You know my folly, O God; my guilt is not hidden from you (Psalm 69:5 NIV). Dear God, I confess that I have sinned. I know what is right, but I my selfishness I neglect to do it. I speak … Continue reading
The Psalm Project #23
Blessed are those you choose and bring near to live in your courts! We are filled with the good things of your house, of your holy temple (Psalm 65:4). Lord, You created the universe. All that exists belongs to You, … Continue reading
The Psalm Project #22
For you have heard my vows, O God; you have given me the heritage of those who fear your name (Psalm 61:5 NIV). Dear God, Creator of the universe, Salvation of humanity, all-knowing, all-powerful, all-loving, I kneel at the foot … Continue reading
The Psalm Project #21
Do you rulers speak justly? Do you judge uprightly among men? No, in your heart you devise injustice, and your hands mete out violence on the earth (Psalm 58: 1-2 NIV). Lord, in Your sovereign wisdom and love, You have … Continue reading
The Psalm Project #20
I am in the midst of lions; I lie among ravenous beasts— men whose teeth are spears and arrows, whose tongues are sharp swords. . . When I am afraid, I will trust in you (Psalm 57:4; 56:3 NIV). Lord, … Continue reading