(Meditating on Psalm 47)
I hope you’ll forgive me if I use the cliche, “The world is becoming more dangerous to live in each day.” But it is true. The Apostle Paul wrote about it that in the last days perilous times shall come (2 Tim. 3:1).
My daughter travels to school everyday. My husband goes to work in our office from morning ’til afternoon and drives wherever he’s needed: meetings, important trips to government agencies that have to do with our business, etc. Everyday, I think about them while they are away from home but I never allow myself to worry no end. I cover them with constant prayers and the Lord is faithful to cover them with His love like wings that shield them wherever they go.
In our home, when father and children become rambunctious, or when the kids fight, or I have a difficult discussion with my daughter, or my husband scolds the children quite sharply, or I get impatient with a maid – all these seem to frazzle me internally and they make me feel insecure with the Lord thinking that I, or we, might have displeased Him and that can’t happen because we need Him every hour.
It is my constant desire that we, as a family, are pleasing to the Lord and that our life is a daily offering of a sweet-smelling savor to Him. Deep inside, I believe that this is the safest place to be: at the center of His will. And even though all around us, there are lurking dangers, I rest in the assurance that we are pleasing to Him and thus, His favor is upon us.
But this serenity doesn’t come automatically. I know I need to be always at the feet of the Lord Jesus Christ, adoring Him and at the same time, bringing our petitions before Him. This is the only way that my frayed edges are gathered together and mended.
That’s why when discord happens in our family, or when we have foolishly followed the way of “ugliness”, like an ugly attitude with ugly words (ungentle, unkind) and ugly face, my first reaction is always that of great dismay, of failing the Lord yet again. And often, as soon as I have found myself alone, I would be running to Jesus. I feel like I couldn’t afford to wait for our “fortification”, our protective wall, come crumbling down, for then, it would be very hard to rebuild it.
As the mountains surround Jerusalem,
so the LORD surrounds his people
both now and forevermore. (Psalm 125:2 NIV)
It is always this running to Jesus and presenting myself on bended knees (not literally for me for my half-wellness and half-strength don’t allow it), with a contrite heart squeezed and poured out before Him, that my sense of security and safety returns. I know that it is always this bending low and humbling myself at His feet that would make all my offerings and prayers acceptable to Him. And I just cannot go to Him with only my hands full of my mistakes, shortcomings, disappointments and fears, but most of all, my lips bringing sweet songs of praise and adoration to Him.
I know that my earnest prayers have reached His heart when I’m enveloped with His peace and His soothing assurance that He will never leave us nor forsake us.
Oh, clap your hands, all you peoples!
Shout to God with the voice of triumph!
For the Lord Most High is awesome;
He is a great King over all the earth. (Psalm 47:1-2)
New testimony post at Minister of Mercy:
At dawn a few weeks ago, Sis. Tarciana and two of her store helpers were opening the store and putting merchandise outside. Suddenly, a motorcycle with three riders stopped in front of the store. Two of the three men quickly entered the store while Sis. Tarciana, knowing their evil plan, ran to the cash drawer. There, one of the men pointed a gun to her face but Sis. Tarciana shouted Halleluiah! with all her might. Because of this, the man wrenched Sis. Tarciana’s mouth and then put the gun inside her mouth… Read full testimony here.
Linked to Proverbs 31 Thursday, Faith Filled Friday, Pink Saturday, Spiritual Sundays, Sharing His Beauty, Titus 2sday, Domestically Divine, Women Living Well, Women in the Word Wednesday, Raising Homemakers, Teach Me Tuesday, A Wise Woman Builds Her Home