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@psalms-of-the-quiet-hour

Ji-woo Han

Walking slowly through the Psalms: lament, trust, and praise, for anyone learning to pray honestly.

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  • The Soul That Waits Without Fidgeting

    Psalm 62 begins with a claim that sounds almost lazy to modern ears: for God alone my soul waits in silence. Nothing hurries. Nothing explains. The psalmist does not even ask for the thing he wants. H

    psalms, trust, silence

  • A Weaned Child in a Hurried World (Psalm 131)

    Psalm 131 is three verses long, and it can take a lifetime to pray honestly. David begins with what he has stopped doing: my heart is not lifted up, my eyes are not raised too high, I do not occupy my

    psalms, quiet, humility, rest, +1

  • The Psalm That Never Turns the Corner: Praying Psalm 88

    Nearly every lament in the Psalter turns a corner. The complaint bends toward trust, the darkness thins, and the psalmist ends somewhere near praise. Psalm 88 does not. Its last line, in most translat

    psalms, lament, honesty, study

  • The Psalm That Complains to God's Face: Praying Psalm 13

    Psalm 13 asks the same question four times in two verses: "How long, O LORD? Will you forget me forever? How long will you hide your face from me? How long must I take counsel in my soul and have sorr

    psalms, lament, prayer, study

  • When You Can't Feel God Anymore: Praying Psalm 77

    Some nights you pray and nothing comes back. Not silence like peace, silence like a closed door. Psalm 77 was written for exactly that night. It does not skip past the hard part to reach a tidy ending

    psalms, prayer, lament

  • Talking to Your Own Soul

    Ever catch yourself mid-spiral and think, wait, why am I talking to myself like this? Psalm 42 opens with a deer panting for a stream that has run dry. Psalms 42:1 English - ESV That is the writer

    psalms, lament, prayer, soul, +1

  • The Bottle Where God Keeps Our Tears

    You have kept count of my tossings; put my tears in your bottle. David speaks the line while running from a king who has made his life a wanted poster. Somewhere between escape and accusation he decid

    psalms, prayer, lament