Psalms, Swords, and Sleepless Nights

Hello, friends…

Hope your summer is going just swimmingly! My last gig was Mother’s Day, so I’ve been home a stretch doing the wife thing and working on bookings. I also managed to schedule a mini-writer’s retreat and made some progress on that book I dabble with from time to time. Carpenter Husband and I celebrated six months of marriage in June and recently added tennis playing to our repertoire. Kinda strange that in tennis “love” means having a score of zero. One might say love is good in life, but not so much in tennis. Thankfully, we’re not keeping score.

So, that’s a quick update on me. I’d love to hear from you, too. Feel free to comment below or grab me on Facebook.

And now for my blog. Hope it encourages somebody!

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Introducing Carpenter Husband’s dog, Sadie (Hebrew origin=”mercy”). She’s a Brittany. I’m happy to report she and Daisy get along just fine!

At the end of a full day I was tired and ready to catch some shut eye. Lights out, dogs settled, with Carpenter Husband drifting off to sleep. By all intents and purposes all was calm and peaceful. Except my mind. Someone forgot to shut it off. And that night in a rare episode of mental drift, it began ruminating over events of the past. Think Meat Loaf’s lyric “objects in the rear view mirror may appear closer than they are.”

Faced with such an unwelcome disruption, especially one already blood-redeemed, it could’ve taken me out. But, I knew better. Rather than waste another minute on this hard thing I couldn’t change, I decided to go to war. My weapon of choice? The word of God. I’ve found it to be quite sharp.

Careful not to wake my sleeping beauties…I quietly slipped out of bed into the other room. Settling into my favorite reading chair, I unzipped my Bible and picked up my daily reading schedule. Ah, Psalm 144. I hadn’t read it yet. Better late than never.

Praise be to the Lord my Rock, who trains my hands for war, my fingers for battle. He is my loving God and my fortress, my stronghold and my deliverer, my shield, in whom I take refuge…

I read it aloud. The whole Psalm. It felt so right I decided to keep on reading. If this was an attack of the enemy, I had come to the right place. Turning the page, I moved on to Psalm 145, then Psalm 146, all the while reading each word aloud with intention. Psalm 147, 148, 149, and, finally, Psalm 150. I’m not sure how long it took and I suppose I would’ve kept on reading, but it only goes to Psalm 150. Besides, God had given me what I needed.

Psalm 149:4-5…For the Lord takes delight in His people; He crowns the humble with victory. Let His faithful people rejoice in this honor and sing for joy on their beds.

Sing for joy.

On their beds.

Just moments before, I had been struggling to find peace, let alone sleep. Songs of joy had gone silent, snuffed out by nettlesome images of the past. And now God was showing me through His great and intimate Love Letter that He could restore them to me. On my bed.

“Take the sword of the Spirit, which is the word of God.” Ephesians 6:17

An interesting observation arose following this experience. What if I had only read the one psalm? Or stopped after two or three? The part I needed to hear didn’t come until six psalms in. I might have missed it. Worse yet, what if I had not wielded the weapon at all? But, instead continued to battle in the flesh. Unarmed and vulnerable. I might not have obtained the promise my heart needed to hear. And I certainly wouldn’t have returned to bed at peace.

I guess the lesson here is this: God has something to say. Period. In the heat of the battle, when the enemy seems to be gaining ground, it is no time to recoil. Nor wallow in the muck. Instead, we are called to look up, rise up, and pick up The Sword. Wield it until deliverance comes. And it will.

I don’t know what battles you’re facing. Perhaps your nettlesome past (or someone else’s) has nettled quite enough. What I do know is our best defense, and offense really, are the most precious and powerful words of God. Brave on the front line of all these battles, He goes before.

Unsheath it, beloved. Morning, noon, and night.

Strong and steady standing in the Light,




10 comments to Psalms, Swords, and Sleepless Nights

  • Angela

    Thank you so much for this Cheri. In the day to day (or night to night) of the simple times of our lives, and then especially the spiritual battles too, it’s so easy to forget sometimes that we need this sword for battle, the armor to protect us whether things are quiet or noisy in our hearts, and that God is always standing to defend us when we lean on him. I’m always amazed, and should never be, at how perfectly his Word speaks to us – exactly what we need to hear – and exactly at the perfect time. This is truly the peace that transcends understanding.


    Cheri Reply:

    Indeed, Angela. I don’t know where I’d be without God’s Word. It is life to me. Thanks for taking the time to share your thoughts.
    Grace and peace…


  • April

    Thank you for this reminder! In the middle of the night things can seem so frightening and heavy. I will be ready to seek God through His Word next time! ?


    Cheri Reply:

    Yes! Good plan, sister!


  • Chris Wallace

    Thanks for the reminder,Cheri. It’s good morning noon and night. Cool sword too.:)




    Cheri Reply:

    Yes, I liked the fact that it had a sheath, too! Grace and peace, brother!


  • Kelly McDonald

    Great thoughts! Thanks for sharing!


    Cheri Reply:

    Bless you, Kelly!


  • louise Schlogel

    My first “blog”. You were with us at Trinity Lutheran Church in Joppa, MD yesterday morning. Really enjoyed the messages you brought us in song. Your personal sharing was very touching. I did not go through the loss of husband through divorce but through death. After 40 yrs of sharing our lives together and becoming one (which I so understand now that I am without him) my life was shattered, completely broken. Many were the responsibilities that I would have to carry alone. Every day, in fact almost hourly, I asked for God to give me His strength. It seemed to be the only thing I could say! He understood and gave me more… He knocked on my door one evening with a box of KFC chicken in hand. Not Him in the physical sense but in the person of my friend Barbara. She was Jesus to me that evening. She gave me conversation and compassion that night. One day Jesus called me on my cell and said he would be at my house in 2 weeks to help with the garage and basement clean out. I broke into tears because again I saw Jesus in my brother Ken and so felt His love. So when you sang your song “Jesus in Me”, I was so moved. It has been 3 and a half years now without my husband and I am moving on and want others to catch a glimpse of Jesus in my life. It was so ironic because I had just been praying last week and asking God what could I do now to help others to see Him in my less than perfect life. I want the strength that I have so often asked for to become the Joy of the Lord as His word says! Then hopefully His Spirit will touch other peoples lives through me… Sorrow be gone and replaced with a song. Thank you for your music! God Bless and thus ends my first blog!


    Cheri Reply:

    Wow, Louise. Thank you for sharing your story. Isn’t it a wonder how intimate and personal our Jesus can be to each one of us. So thankful He is meeting you in such tangible ways as you adjust to a new normal without your earthly husband. Believing with you that He has placed a new song in your heart to sing for His glory, that others would see Him in you. Thought I’d send the blog about the song in case you wish to hear it again or share it with your “Jesus” friends! Grace and peace, Cheri “”>Story Behind “When You Were Jesus to Me” with song attached.


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