Psalm 20



1 The LORD answer you in the day of trouble! The name of the God of Jacob protect you!

2 May he send you help from the sanctuary, and give you support from Zion!

3 May he remember all your offerings, and regard with favor your burnt sacrifices! [Selah]

4 May he grant you your heart’s desire, and fulfil all your plans!

5 May we shout for joy over your victory, and in the name of our God set up our banners! May the LORD fulfil all your petitions!

6 Now I know that the LORD will help his anointed; he will answer him from his holy heaven with mighty victories by his right hand.

7 Some boast of chariots, and some of horses; but we boast of the name of the LORD our God.

8 They will collapse and fall; but we shall rise and stand upright.

9 Give victory to the king, O LORD; answer us when we call. ————————————————————————

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The battle happens everyday inside of me. Shall I call upon the Lord?

We just got back from a great trip to Reno/Lake Tahoe. It was great to spend some time with Teague and Leigh Anne just hanging out. I got to ski with Leigh Anne one day at Heavenly Valley. It was a great blessing. I miss her.

I love to play the games in the casino. I struggle at times wondering if being in the casino is good for my spiritual life. I enjoy the game, the thrill, and the social interaction with the other players and the casino personal.

One afternoon I was sitting at a blackjack table and this little old lady drives up to the table in her motorized wheelchair. She has bags hanging off of it and peers at me through her big glasses. I ask her if she would like to play. She answers me, but she seems a little “off”. She climbs out of her wheelchair and struggles to sit at the table. She is a hard person to be around. Soon everyone else at the table leaves, and the dealer isn’t talking. We are all having trouble relating to this woman.

I talk to her a little, and finally I ask her name. She says, “Marlene.” I tell that’s my mother’s name. I then ask her what her middle name is, and she says, “Janet.” When I heard the first syllables come out of her mouth, I about fell out of my chair! My mom’s middle name is Janelle.

We talked as we played, and she shared the pain that she suffered from with arthritis. She could hardly hold the cards her hands were so deformed. She also shared the pain that she had because of depression. I didn’t know what to say, so I told her that I would pray for her.

She ended up winning some money and moved along. I lost and moved on.

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Former farmer, now college instructor
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