Sunday again – well now it’s Monday actually – I confess, that’t all the further I got yesterday – two words. I walked in the rain yesterday, which has a certain charm and a soothing pleasantness all its own to be sure – (it was a gentle, pitter-patter kind of a rain) but it was sad and it was silent and it was Sunday, again.
I wanted to cry out “how long? O Lord”, “how many more Sundays with church doors closed?” And I did, but it is not for me to know the beginning from the end, I didn’t stretch out the heavens like a canopy or set the seasons in motion. I must walk on in faith, both literally and figuratively,
“but the righteous will live by his faith -” (Habakkuk 2:4) So I continued my rainy Sunday morning walk while wondering how many more silent Sundays there will be? I thought about these words from Habakkuk 3:17-18,
“Though the fig tree does not bud and there are no grapes on the vines, though the olive crop fails and the fields produce no food, though there are no sheep in the pen and no cattle in the stalls, yet I will rejoice in the Lord, I will be joyful in God my Savior. The Sovereign Lord is my strength; He makes my feet like the feet of a deer, He enables me to go on the heights.”
That’s what I needed yesterday, that’s what I need today – to be lifted up, to go on the heights, to gain a new perspective – things look very different from the mountaintop than they do from the pit because the view is so different. Perspective is everything.
My view is so limited by time and space. My Heavenly Father’s eyes see it all in one glance. All of time, all of space – what was, what is and what is to come. It would make more sense to trust Him than to “lean to my own understanding.” (Proverbs 3:5)
“As the heavens are higher than the earth, so are My ways higher than your ways and My thoughts than your thoughts.” (Isaiah 55:9)
I didn’t get an answer to my “how long? O Lord” question of yesterday (which is also my question everyday lately – maybe I need to ask a new question?) so I will just have to continue forward in faith for now.
Today it’s Monday and it is raining still. The song “Rainy Days and Mondays always get me down” is playing in my mind while I wish for the sunny mountaintop view. But there is One who is able to lift my head, which lifts my view, which changes my perspective . . .
“But You are a shield around me, O Lord; You bestow glory on me and lift up my head.” (Psalm 3:3)
“I lift up my eyes to the hills – where does my help come from? My help comes from the Lord, the Maker of heaven and earth.” (Psalm 121:1-2)
yes, where or what I choose to lift up my eyes to makes all the difference in my day. Today I will look to these words from Psalm 118:24,
“This is the day the Lord has made; let us (I will) rejoice and be glad in it.”
sincerely, Grace Day
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Your heart is precious & your mind is set apart, friend. There is a transforming power at work in our midst. God truly is making all things new as old things have been passing away … new eyes, new ears, new minds to perceive & conceive, and new hearts of flesh that His Word is written upon. To God alone be the glory for He has done and is doing great things! ❤️🙌