Slipping on the Frozen

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Behold, you have made my days as handbreadths,
And my lifetimes as nothing in your sight;
Surely every man at his best is a mere breath.
Surely every man walks about as a phantom;
Surely they make an uproar for nothing;
He amasses riches and does not know who will gather them.
Psalm 39:5,6(NASB)

David was a shepherd king, a counselor to those discontented, distressed and in debt.  He had learned lessons on his journey from the open fields to the halls of the palace.  And he  had struggled like his flock …hiding and on the run from his enemies and the Lord!  David was greatly afflicted because of his sin, and knew the heartache of  being abandoned by those closest to him.  He understood suffering…death and grief were his companions.  But a man after God’s own heart, he was determined not to turn away from the hard.  His anxious nerves settled as he learned who his supply was! David trusted God, his life was merely a breath in the larger scheme of things.  And God eventually turned his mourning into dancing.

I am bent over and greatly bowed down;
I go mourning all day long…
I am benumbed and badly crushed;
I groan because of the agitation of my heart.
Lord, all my desire is before You;
And my sighing is not hidden from You.
My heart throbs, my strength fails me;
And the light of my eyes , even that has gone from me.

My loved ones and my friends stand aloof from my plague;
And my kinsmen stand afar off.
Psalm 38: 6, 8-11 (NASB)

The Lord chases after us as well and climbs over our walls.  We turn to run and flee the feeling; slipping and sliding on cold, we fall face down on frozen.  Begging for the warmth that lies beneath, the numb burning of our cheek pressing into the groaning that cries from below.  The mystery dark and deep lives here. God shifts the  shadows where our hurt lives. We’re  more awake…alive…on this cold sheet…the cracking ice of yesterday! We stir and rise, wrapping ourselves in bittersweet winter. It’s the turning point…acknowledging the truth.  The pain is necessary; loss and grief expressed. Nothing is hidden from the Lord.  He will redeem our sorrow….beauty for ashes…feeling for frozen!

Realize the possibilities…our help is on the way!  The tight place or delay is often a mess on the way to our mission. Silence does not ease our pain, and the busy rushing ends in nothing.  Yahweh comes close and penetrates our defenses.  We fall flat, and can’t escape His knowing eyes.  Longing for intimacy, He rescues, forgives, and calls us to serve…the unworthy….just like us! This is grace so undeserved!

Inhale and exhale…a mere breath… you are alive! Acknowledge the frozen…and then embrace God’s truth! Be diligent to enter His rest…

Lily Mae

The Sacred Garden of Mourning

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The Lord is near to the broken hearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit. ~Psalms 34:18 (NASB)

I opened the sliding glass doors overlooking our pond, hoping the fresh air would waken what felt dead inside.  The beautiful, sunny afternoon beckoned me outside and I sat on the deck soaking up its rays.  The warmth eased my tension and I drifted off, napping a short time.   When I woke up, I hoped this past week was just a bad dream.  Some weeks can be like that! Restless, I decided to walk and paced around our pond.  My steps matched the circles my thoughts took in my head.  So many questions I begged to ask, yet I couldn’t find the words to voice them.  Did God hear my silent plea for answers? I needed them…and so did my friends!

Our lives are changed in an instant…the moment we hear and understand the words.  The realization hits us cold and shock sets in. And we learn life is fragile.  Our sense of safety is gone and we wait for the next ball to drop.  We know tragedies happen; they are possible! But they usually happen to someone else. Our lives are never the same.  And we must learn to live with a new normal.  The longing of our soul will be our shadow as the sun rises early and lays down in its place…the habitual climb over the treetops and setting…reminding us someone is gone.  And we try to make sense of the taking…the mystery of God’s way we can’t begin to fathom.  But we know He is with us as we go forward. He will redeem our soul in peace from the battle raged within. We walk seeking beauty…something good from the pain weighing heavy on our heart!

As for me, I shall call upon God,
And the Lord will save me. 
Evening and morning and at noon, I will complain and murmur,
And He will hear my voice.  He will redeem my soul in peace from the battle which is against me,
For they are many who strive with me. Psalms 55:16-18 (NASB)

The Sacred Garden of Mourning

Here we are again…the secret place…where tears fall
We walk along the water’s edge
Daisies bending in simplicity
Searching for answers by the fields
And God’s hand is a mystery
Silence passes through the breezes
We sit with the innocence planted haphazardly
No reasoning established
Knowing He sits with us
God’s understanding far greater than ours
And we trust His way
Our soul returns to the secret garden
Every day
He will plant beauty by the weeping way
We are not alone
God’s love waits with us
And the sun rises and it sets

For all those mourning this week…may our God carry us through the coming days!

Lily Mae