Praying for the God of the BREAKTHROUGH to BREAK THROUGH in our hearts, in our lives – bursting through our sin and excuses and cleansing us with holy and covenant water.
2 Samuel 5:20
So David went to Baal Perazim, and there he defeated them. He said, “As waters break out, the Lord has broken out against my enemies before me.” So that place was called Baal Perazim which means the Lord who breaks through.
2 Sam 5:17-20 tells of when David was anointed king and immediately came under attack.
After that battle, David called the Lord by a new name – The Lord Who Bursts Through or The God of the Breakthrough.
Prayer for Today:
Lord BREAK THROUGH the bits that war within us – our critical nature, prideful spirit, apathy, frustration, stubbornness – anything that would exalt itself above You. We are asking, God, that we would know You by a new (to our experience but very ancient) name: The Lord Who Breaks Through.
Come like a mighty rushing river collapsing and cleansing, sanding off our rough edges, leaving us with the quiet, peaceful confidence of Your presence, Lord. We need a Lord who is able – the God who breaks through.
Lord, thank You that You are a strong and mighty warrior, that there is a non-passive, passionate, and he-man heroic side to You that involves war and victory. Thank You that we get the benefit of victory and salvation in You. Thank You that the gentle and meek and humble side of Your character can also quiet us with Your love. The fact that You delight in us – the minutiae of our lives – and rejoice in the details of our lives is incredible.
Let us hear and experience Your song as You sing over us.
What a picture of tenderness and yet courage, vulnerability and power, quiet and loud, meek and might. We love You Lord. Amen.
“The Lord inhabits the praises of His people” (Ps. 22:3)
Let that verse get down in your bones today.
The very presence of God physically dwelling, richly inhabiting, taking up residence IN OUR PRAISE.
I picture songs weaving the fabric, words hammering things into place for His seat, hushed murmurs sanding down the wood of His throne, loud cries painting the colors that richly adorn, quiet tears becoming the jewels that bedeck His dwelling place. It is so beautiful.
Why would He do that? Come and inhabit our praises? Come here to this place – broken earth and broken people? Emmanuel, God WITH us?
It’s almost too precious to grasp.
And yet He does.