Psalm 12 May the Lord silence all flattering lips
Psalm 12New International Version (NIV)
For the director of music. According to sheminith.[b] A psalm of David.
1 Help, Lord, for no one is faithful anymore;
those who are loyal have vanished from the human race.
2 Everyone lies to their neighbor;
they flatter with their lips
but harbor deception in their hearts.
3 May the Lord silence all flattering lips
and every boastful tongue—
4 those who say,
“By our tongues we will prevail;
our own lips will defend us—who is lord over us?”
5 “Because the poor are plundered and the needy groan,
I will now arise,” says the Lord.
“I will protect them from those who malign them.”
6 And the words of the Lord are flawless,
like silver purified in a crucible,
like gold[c] refined seven times.
7 You, Lord, will keep the needy safe
and will protect us forever from the wicked,
8 who freely strut about
when what is vile is honored by the human race.
The Art Of Seeking The Silence
by Saleem Rana
Inside of each obstruction there is a proportional or more prominent benefit.~Napoleon Hill
How might it feel on the off chance that you rose to every snag with quiet determination…completely free of uneasiness and depression…ready to face every test with a grin?
How might it feel to look in the mirror and consider yourself to be relentless, powerful, and even a power of nature?
This can be substantially more than an activity in creative energy. You can encounter this level of individual force and the significant feeling of achievement that accompanies it- – and you can fulfill it through contemplation.
When you think you back off all your autonomic reactions. You cut the battle or flight switch. You watch your nervousness, and stay segregated. You watch your gloom, and stay separated. The one with the life issue, the one with the distress, is not the person who watches the play of feelings.
In reflection, a watcher identity develops, a cognizance that rises above the world, a boundless extensive size, a void that is incomprehensibly full.
In the event that your tumult is solid, you might need to sit for some time, then, gradually and unavoidably, you’re compelled to lose your hold on frenzy.
At the point when this happens, when you’re no more living the issue, something shifts inside you and you get yourself sufficiently still to see your own particular enormity.
In this immeasurable stillness of your own beingness, you can plant the seed of your new longing, and supplant the pitiful occasion with its precise inverse.
Each catastrophe in our life is a welcome to grow past the restrictions that it sets upon us, and what you find is that you are in fact relentless, strong, and even a power of nature.