Hear my cry, O God;
listen to my prayer.
From the ends of the earth I call to you,
I call as my heart grows faint;
lead me to the rock that is higher than I.
For you have been my refuge,
a strong tower against the foe.
I long to dwell in your tent forever
and take refuge in the shelter of your wings.
Psalm 61: 1-4
The morning led me to these verses.
It’s so good to be reminded.
Those verses became a nightly ritual a few years ago.
A vigil that I whispered as I beckoned sleep to come.
Sleep that had been absent, how I wanted it to present itself.
There are times of pain and confusion that make one feel that they are shouting from a distant corner of the universe. It felt very much like my voice was a whisper in the farthest reaches of the earth…could He even hear me?
I could read the words this morning and be instantly transported to the weight of my covers and the heap of my troubles yet how time had rendered them onto another’s shoulders.
Shifting, transferring, lightening the load with every murmur.
Whispering that plea over and over had given words to my bewilderment.
I learned to trust that sleep would arrive even if sunrise revealed not one perceivable change.
Those words I can say by heart as easy as breathing.
I can say those words and know that I don’t reside in the same bed of those long gone nights and the dent my head makes in my pillow is not so deep.
Days come and go.
Seasons come and they fade into the next, like falling leaves.
A year unfolds and a new one arrives revealing what creases will smooth out and which ones will remain.
This morning the ground is hard and frozen from an icy night.
I will join forces with the one who takes notice of the lilies of the field and cares for the most far-flung sparrow.
I will be faithful as He is faithful.
Caleb and I will make pine cone feeders and it will remind me that no one can live on bread alone but from every words that proceeds from the mouth of God.
How He fed me when the ground of my life laid frozen hard and sustenance seemed elusive.
Whether this new year will be full of new things or you will be bringing some old things with you, remember that God is there.
He is scattering the birdseed of His Word and wrapping you tightly with a comforter of His shelter.
The ground you traverse this coming year may be hard and even a bit icy gripping you with fear of falling. Trust that He will hear your calls even from the end of that frosty earth.
Let Him be your rock of refuge in whom you can always depend.
Joyous New Year to you!
Thank you so much for reading A Work of Heart this past year.
You are a precious gift to me!