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Day 29
God drew me up from the desolate pit, out of the miry bog, and set my feet upon a rock, making my steps secure. God put a new song in my mouth. --Psalm 40:2-3a Just turn around. Just look again. Imagine that the bulbous black clouds that you thought would never refrain from dropping their torrent of water have parted a bit and a ray of sunshine has slipped through. Turn your face upward and feel the warmth of that ray. See your shaded face suddenly brightened by the surprise break in the clouds. Be aware of the grateful smile shaped by your mouth as hopeful energy begins to surge through you. "Ah," your body seems to say. And, for a moment, the wonder of the warm sun magically shedding its brilliance upon you drives away all the weariness of the persistent rain. We have all experienced such interior responses to storms in nature. And, we have experienced such interior responses to the storms of our lives. We know what it is like to have felt the weight of burdens that seem like clouds hovering menacingly over our lives, dropping down their endless torrent of trouble. We long for respite, freedom, just a moment's peace from the hefty load. Just when we think we can stand no more, we turn around, we look again, and the miracle stands right before us. We see the sliver of a gap through which the hope of relief shines. And we know in that moment that God is drawing us up from the desolate pit, out of the miry bog. We have screwed up our face at the flavor of desolation and now we savor the sweetness of hope. Without missing a beat our heart breaks forth in song. As our voice whispers the joyful song of freedom, we stop for a minute because we suddenly realize that the song of anguish and the song of freedom are really one song of prayer to God. O God, hear the song of my soul and have mercy on me. These meditations by Renee Miller first appeared at explorefaith.org Please use the share button at the top to share with friends and loved ones. Thanks!
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