Puzzle Pieces

O God, Thou hast rejected us. Thou hast broken us; Thou has been angry; O, restore us. Thou hast made the land quake, Thou has split it open; heal its breaches, for it totters. Psalm 60: 1-2 NASB

    David faced two military battles in the Valley of Salt and was confused by the outcome. He grieved Israel’s defeat and losses and cried for relief. He felt abandoned by God. However, it was in that basin that the Lord began to fulfill His promises to David, to make him a strong leader, give him rest from his enemies, and plant him in a place where he’d find peace.

The Lord protected David and made his name great. His name means “beloved!” The remedy for our brokenness comes through David’s family line. Jesus, our Beloved. 
    
Our nation has been shaken, the country is split, and angry flames set by some in response to injustice threaten to consume our cities, but Jesus is our Balm of Gilead. He is a City of Refuge.  Through Him alone our fractures can be restored and beauty birthed.  
     
Restore—a thousand puzzle pieces, colors and perspectives, and a thousand things to do. 
     
We must return to the table. Repent. Forgive. Listen. Engage to understand. Dig deep. Revisit. Reverse. Break. Build. Circumcise. Join. Carry. Retreat. Recover. Retrieve. Bring home. Feed. Refresh. Slide back. Speak. Affirm. Say “no!” Change our mind. Turn back. Reestablish. Relent. Reset our thoughts and plans. Wait. Resume. Return to the table. Collaborate. Then do it again. Healing is no easy task.
    
Restoration requires the framework of divine and human effort. Like David’s desperate plea, we must repent. We must seek God’s forgiveness and ask His help.  
     
We have also faced two battles as a nation, COVID19 and the injustice of George Floyd’s death have threatened us physically, emotionally, and spiritually. How we respond will impact our future. Jesus willingly laid down His life for us in the face of injustice. He was slandered, slapped, beaten, and scourged. Then crucified for us. Our cities belong to Him, the strong defenders and weaker servants, the helmets, washbowls, and scepters, and the marked and rural edges. God is concerned for our well-being. Boundaries must be set. Removed. Written and re-written. But who will bring Him to the besieged cities?
    
George Floyd’s death left us with a responsibility. Names were birthed with meaning and purpose in biblical times. George means farmer or worker, and Floyd means gray-haired. Pause. Ponder. It goes back to the beginning. Mankind was created in God’s image. Male and Female. Black and White. Colorful. Rich and poor. Beauty in our differences. All called with purpose.
   
Farming is strenuous work and requires long days. Whether Floyd was a farmer or not, we’ve learned that he was a servant. He loved God and the people of God. Healing begins with humility, the one who is ready and willing to work the soil. What will you plant? Seeds of hate and revenge, or seeds of mercy and loving kindness? Reconciliation calls for us to work together; we need to be open and vulnerable. It may get dirty and uncomfortable. Nevertheless, we must start with ourselves. Unless a seed die, it will not produce. When have we contributed to racism? How have we caused our brothers and sisters to hurt? Where can we do better? It starts with our thoughts and progresses to our speech and actions.

When the flooded river banks recede, will the valley between our rocky pandemics be loaded with salt? Or, has God’s people lost their flavor? We are the salt of the earth. Oh! That we would preserve life by Jesus’ example. 

Take a hold of your piece. Begin!

Lily Mae

God Gives Strength and Peace

 

 

 

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Zaccheus was trying to see who Jesus was, and was unable because of the crowd, for he was small in stature. So he ran on ahead and climbed up into a sycamore tree in order to see Him, for He was about to pass through that way. When Jesus came to the place, He looked up and said to him, “Zaccheus, hurry and come down, for today I must stay at your house.” Luke 19: 3- 5 (NASB)

 

Restless from the weight of my worries and obligations, I strapped my snow shoes on and grabbed my poles. Fresh air is more often the balm for my tired nerves than work. Eager to be with the Creator of Calm, and all things beautiful, I chased my breath and the whip of the wind as the gray storm clouds pressed in on all sides. Nothing else mattered.

Is this how Zaccheus felt as he climbed the sycamore tree to catch a glimpse of Jesus?

I was awake. Alive. Excited. Ready. Hopeful. And I was open to see what God had in store. Yes! I’m sure neighbors who passed by raised a brow as I cut through the icy snow- especially if they knew the extent of my knee injuries and pain. They might have even doubted my sanity. I also questioned my unwise and lonesome trek. But freedom was found in the fields and forest. The bitter flakes kissed my lids and cheeks as I fought the edges and carved new paths through the birch and pines and oak. Curious. Bold. Brave.

I am like the unclean woman who raced through the crowds for one touch of Jesus’ hem.

The rhythm of my crunch and unafraid heartbeat matched the determination of my spirit. Emmanuel-God with us- did not leave my side. Though I hurried and fell, He helped me to stand and shake off the nonsense, the cold cuts and my bruised ego and hurt bones. Jesus saw me in my arid desert and the winter of my resolve to heal, and He came close.

My truth ache had mirrored the pain of many- Dinah, Hagar, Leah, Tamar, and Sarah. Like lions and cackling hyenas on the Serengeti plain, I was circled and taken by those I trusted. Fear and doubt and shame silenced me. But God sees the injustice I endured.

The Voice of the Lord is in the storm. He thunders and limbs bow and break and topple. Mighty and majestic and magnificent- trees are stripped bare, rivers flood, and dreams give birth. Cities will skip and dance again with joy. I am not alone. My God is with me. It’s not a time to shrink back. God makes His people strong and blesses them with peace.

I don’t know whether you’re a “wee little man” like Zaccheus, a robber and outcast, or a beggar or a fighter. Maybe you’ve been rejected and betrayed and are hungry for love. Then again, maybe you’re the proud and self-righteous leader who hangs his hope on his following. We all sin and fall short of God’s glory.

Jesus sees us as we are and must come to our house. Nothing else will satisfy the hunger in our soul. So, open the door and let Him in. The posture of our heart is what matters. He longs for us to lean into Him with trust.

May Jesus be the one whom you chase,

Lily Mae

Read Psalm 29
The Lord will give strength to His people;
The Lord will bless His people with peace. Psalm 29: 11 (NASB)