“The mountains take one look at God
And melt, melt like wax
before earth’s Lord.”
Psalms 97:5, MSG
Two years ago, my fingers tapped out a few words, and I hit the publish button in this space for the first time. Slowly, this spot on the web has evolved into a self-portrait.
Blogging had crashed into my life one dismal Monday morning in January — I sat in bed reading the words of a former student as she poured out her heart for all the blogosphere to behold. Her painfully raw story helped bring healing to my wounded heart and empty womb. I cried and kept reading — consuming every word.
How does one walk forward with God when the crib is bare and the grave is full? How do you say “yes” to God with empty hands? I am daily learning that lesson — one blog post at a time.
This week, as I was digging “Into the Word,” I stumbled across a passage that helped me as I work to piece together my heart:
Though the cherry trees don’t blossom
and the strawberries don’t ripen,
Though the apples are worm-eaten
and the wheat fields stunted,
Though the sheep pens are sheepless
and the cattle barns empty,
I’m singing joyful praise to God.
I’m turning cartwheels of joy to my Savior God.
Counting on God’s Rule to prevail,
I take heart and gain strength.
I run like a deer.
I feel like I’m king of the mountain!
Habakkuk 3:17-19, MSG
Daily, my focus must fall on Him — the Sustainer of my soul. No other sustenance will satisfy. He provides the daily strength I need. He alone will restore and refresh my spirit. My mountain-moving God will prevail. My heart leaps with joy as I look to Him.
How do you daily choose to focus on God? How has He renewed your heart? I would love for you to share in the comment section below.
God and I had a “moment” last week. My husband and I drove 12 hours straight from Florida to North Carolina. What a crazy ride! Part of the morning was foggy — picture Gotham city in a Batman movie. The road ahead disappeared from view, and we drove on for several miles in faith — the path was unclear. Not fun at all! Thankfully, after a while, the sun broke through. The fog had been a temporary, mysterious inconvenience on our journey.
The next morning, I decided to get up early and plop down in a comfy rocking chair on my sister in law’s lovely porch with my Bible and my journal. Again, the fog surfaced. All I saw in front of me was a white blanket of nothingness. Rather than resign myself to the sadness of the situation, I decided to stick it out and sit for a spell. I spent some quiet moments in worship — reading, praying, and writing down about God’s abundant blessings found in His Word. I chose to “wait it out” so to speak, and later that morning, I was rewarded. The fog rolled slowly back, and behind it a mountain decked out in fall splendor appeared. Color burst forth everywhere I looked. It was in that magnificent moment that God spoke to me — You see, so much of life we seem to spend “in a fog” — the path ahead is hidden from view, and our present circumstances don’t pose a portrait we like. That morning, sitting on the porch, God whispered to me — “My daughter, there is always beauty waiting behind the fog. Just wait and rest in me.”
I don’t know what fog you are presently experiencing in your life, but rest assured, our Father has something magnificent ahead. “Your eyes will see the King in His beauty; you will see a vast land” (Isaiah 33:17, HCSB). Your mountain view is coming. Wait and see.
Linking up with a like-minded sister at Beholding Glory as we brag on God.