And now, Lord,
what is my hope?
truly my hope is even in Thee.
O send out Thy light and Thy truth,
that they may lead me and bring me to Thy holy hill and to Thy dwelling, and that I may go unto the alter of God, even unto the God of my joy and gladness;
Why art thou so heavy, O my soul? and why art thou so disquieted within me?
O put thy trust in God;
for I will yet give Him thanks,
which is the help of my countenance,
and my God.
What a kindness, that in centuries past, these words were designated for This Day in the Book of Common Prayer's Psalter reading.
We begin a new phase of our journey this day. There is that merciful bend in the road that prevents us from seeing what lies ahead and which at the same time drives us close to the side of our Shepherd.
The heart is indeed 'disquieted within me' and yet I know well the safety that is found in the company of the One who leads, Who knows all our days and all our ways. He charted them in Eternity Past. He is here. He will be with us to journey's end.
He is Sovereign,
He is trustworthy,
He is faithful.
Praise Him.
Selections taken from Psalm 39 and 43, Book of Common Prayer
I squeezed my eyes closed and tried to quiet my heart and find the right words to write. This did not work in the time I allotted myself. Thus, I write inadequate words to say you and your husband and loved and cherished. I am hoping and trusting with you. The mercy in the bend of the road that prevents us seeing further can also be dark as night; yet I am reminded in a a recent reading that God began The Beginning with night; that each day begins with darkness~ and there was evening and there was morning, one day.This is as old as news gets, but it was new to my theology and a great blessing and picture of God's redemptive work. Out of darkness we arise and joy comes in the morning. This I pray in faith.
ReplyDeleteAnd heart-felt congratulations on your grand-lad's accomplishment!
what is the new journey and what is the bend in the road... thankfully we can hang onto Jesus and nestle down in His Hand, to be carried through....
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ReplyDeleteSue, how timely your words and how gratefully received. And to you Becki, what a sweet thought, nestling down. Love that. Thank you dear ladies.
ReplyDeleteCaitlin, you are a dear treasure, I smile at your footprints everytime they are left.
Reminded today of my own bend in the road, my new unknown, yet reminded too, of that gentle merciful grace that does allow, as Becki so well put it, to nestle down. Even the bleakness looks bright when we do just that.
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