Finding my Lost Voice – Psalm 89:1

I’m not sure when I stopped raising my voice. As a child, I’d holler and romp around the neighborhood, climbing trees to yodel like Tarzan. And there was delight in screaming for joy when we played tag.

At church I’d stand in front of the congregation singing with my family in our three-part harmonies. But for some reason, by the time I reached my teens I refused to be heard.

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Years later I was buried in a crowd of mostly teenagers in Noel Campbell’s living room waiting for the Bible study to start. The friend who brought me was chatty and friendly. I was scared speechless.

People pressed in around me, so tight that I had to lift my knees, giving up my cross-legged position on the bare floor. But I tolerated it, longing to feed the hungering in my soul and relishing the idea that many there felt the same way.

The hardest part was the singing

Though I wouldn’t allow anyone to hear my voice, I loved the worship songs – the guitarist plunking away, the kids swaying or clapping with the beat. One of our favorites came from a psalm.

“I will sing of the mercies of the Lord forever; with my mouth I will make known your faithfulness through all generations” (Psalm 89:1 KJV).

I knew I had to raise my voice if I were to grow in my faith, but that didn’t mean anyone had to hear me sing. It just wasn’t safe. I might make mistakes and look stupid. I justified it by putting a righteous face on it, saying I sang “only for Jesus.”

But I knew he wanted me to be heard. How else would I make his faithfulness known to all generations?

I will sing

I started by humming, but that didn’t look right when others were moving their lips so I sang softly. I encouraged myself that it was OK if no one ever heard me, but then I risked myself a little more, then a little more. All for the goal of giving him my best.

Here’s a portion of a longer quote I mentioned in a previous post.

“Until one is committed, there is hesitancy, the chance to draw back, always ineffectiveness. Concerning all acts of initiative (and creation), there is one elementary truth, the ignorance of which kills countless ideas and splendid plans: that the moment one definitely commits oneself, then Providence moves too. All sorts of things occur to help one that would never otherwise have occurred.” – William Hutchison Murray

Remember in the book of Genesis that God called Moses to lead the people out of bondage? Moses obeyed and got them to the banks of the Red Sea, but the waters didn’t open up for them until after he got his feet wet.

My song became precious once again

The best thing I could give my children was the recognition of God’s presence with us, so as I rocked them, played with them, held them, and bathed them, I sang his praises. I hoped to demonstrate worship in everything I did, so that future generations may know of God’s love and mercy.

How sweet to hear my little son on the front steps singing one afternoon. Since he was alone, I knew his brothers had probably run off without him. He sang, comforting himself with words and a tune he made up himself.

He hated being left behind but when I asked him how he was doing, he answered, “It’s OK, Mama. Jesus is always with me.” That’s when I knew the next generation had a pretty good start, and that my voice was being heard.

by Kathy Sheldon Davis

You Are in God’s Mind – Psalm 40

The language in Psalm 40 is intimate and comforting to me, as though the writer is sitting in the back yard chatting with his God and a few close friends. Perhaps one of them has asked him why he’s so happy.three ladies gratsy. stockxchng

“I waited patiently for the Lord. He inclined to me and heard my cry. He drew me up from the pit of destruction, out of the miry bog, and set my feet upon a rock, making my steps secure. He put a new song in my mouth, a song of praise to our God. Many will see and fear, and put their trust in the Lord” (Psalm 40:1-3 ESV).

If I question that God would do the same for me, verse 4 says “Blessed is the man who makes the Lord his trust, who does not turn to the proud, to those who go astray after a lie.” Yes, I will trust him, and I will be blessed.

After recounting his interaction with God, the psalmist broke out in praise:

“You have multiplied, O Lord my God, your wondrous deeds and your thoughts toward us. None can compare with you! I will proclaim and tell of them, yet they are more than can be told” (verse 5).

His deeds and thoughts toward us are more than can be told. That concept is stretching my head right now. I’m not sure what to do with it! He who is the awesome God and Father is multiplying his deeds and thoughts toward us. To that I must say a good old-fashioned hallelujah!

by Kathy Sheldon Davis

It Hurts, but I will Praise Him – Psalm 30

My family experienced the death of a dear lady this past week, and I cannot prevent my attention from riveting onto the themes of sadness and mourning in Psalm 30. Once again, though we were assured of our preparedness, and we understand it must be, our hearts are aching at her passing.

But notice both these parts of chapter 30 involve the choice, the act of the will, to offer praise and thanksgiving.

“Sing praises to the Lord, O you his saints, and give thanks to his holy name. For his anger is but for a moment, and his favor is for a lifetime. Weeping may tarry for the night, but joy comes in the morning” (Psalm 30: 4-5 ESV).

“You have turned for me my mourning into dancing; you have loosed my sackcloth and clothed me with gladness, that my glory may sing your praise and not be silent. O Lord my God, I will give thanks to you forever” (verses 11-12).



Sorrow and pain is temporary. Life as we know it in the flesh now is also temporary. But trusting him and being held by his loving hand is eternal.  Isn’t it interesting that the psalmist says God loosed his mourning clothing and dressed him with gladness? God gave him that gift. That’s why we can sing praises, give thanks, and not be silent. And we can dance.

by Kathy Sheldon Davis