Psalm 48:3, 12-13 God is in her citadels; he has shown himself to be her fortress. Walk about Zion, go around her, count her towers, consider well her ramparts, view her citadels, that you may tell of them to the next generation.
Heavenly Father, every good and perfect gift comes from you. You do not change like the shifting shadows. You work out all things for the good of your children. I must admit I don’t always realize how good I have it. My less-than-stellar prayer life and my inconsistent love reflect poorly on the security and fortitude you persistently provide for me. As your child, I am blessed to have the spiritual ramparts and citadels of your promises of forgiveness, mercy and Life after death. I pray that your divine love and infinite wisdom will continue to shine through me and through the darkest hours of human history so that your Son, Jesus, is glorified as the Lord and King of all! Standing firm in Jesus I pray. Amen.