I lie awake, lonely as a solitary sparrow on the roof. Psalm 102:7 TLB
I’ve had a lot of sleepless nights the last two years.
This panic-pandemic has re-introduced me to that bewildered sense of helplessness that haunted my childhood.
And yet, honestly? I am also strangely hopeful.
It is the power in the Word of God, of course.
(It is no power of my own.)
Hanging on when you want to let go…
Sheila Walsh has a new book…
So, I thought I’d put it out there… in case anyone else is feeling my same helplessness.
I’ve already ordered mine.
(I can’t wait to read this one!)
In my helplessness I want to hold on to HOPE.
(We all need to cling to hope right now!)
Hope patiently clings
Last week we talked about patience, or perhaps it would be more accurate to say, impatience!
But, to my patience I need to add a heap of God’s hope.
And, I know, that comes primarily through His wonderful promises.
Not one sparrow (What do they cost? Two for a penny?) can fall to the ground without your Father knowing it. And the very hairs of your head are all numbered. So don’t worry! You are more valuable to him than many sparrows.matthew 10:29-31 TLB
That’s Jesus talking, telling me again, “Everything is going to be alright.” when everything seems to be falling apart.
He should know.
(Jesus I mean.)
He’s the Alpha and the Omega; the beginning and the end.
He sees THE BIG PICTURE–when I can’t see anything at all.
And, He tells me what to do when I can’t see,
Who out there fears God,
actually listens to the voice of his servant?
For anyone out there who doesn’t know where you’re going,
anyone groping in the dark,
Here’s what: Trust in God.
Lean on your God!isaiah 50:10
Leaning takes trust
It’s easy to say we trust God, until we get into a helpless situation where we can’t see a thing, and worse yet, don’t have a clue of what to do next.
It’s that helpless bewilderment again!
Then we can worry, or we can trust…
We just can’t do both!
(Though I confess, I’ve tried and failed.)
My own bewilderment has me going back to the books I’ve read in the past that got me through some major rough spots, like: Hinds Feet On High Places.
(Yeah, I identify like crazy with Little Miss Much-Afraid in times like these.)
Miss Much-Afraid, hear your Shepherd speak:
So, let me leave you with this hope to hold in your heart…
"The Song of Songs," the loveliest song, The song of Love the King, No joy on earth compares with his, But seems a broken thing. His Name as ointment is poured forth, And all his lovers sing. Draw me--I will run after thee, Thou art my heart's one choice, Oh, bring me to thy royal house, To dwell there and rejoice, There in thy presence, O my King, To feast and hear thy voice. Look not upon me with contempt, Though soiled and marred I be, The King found me--an outcast thing And set his love on me. I shall be perfected by Love, Made fair as day to see. (Canticles 1:1-6)