Monthly Archives: August 2014

Waiting on God

I wait quietly before God,
for my victory comes from Him.
He alone is my Rock and my Salvation,
my Fortress where I will never be shaken.
So many enemies against one man—
all of them trying to kill me.
To them I’m just a broken-down wall
or a tottering fence.
They plan to topple me from my high position.
They delight in telling lies about me.
They praise me to my face
but curse me in their hearts.
Let all that I am wait quietly before God,
for my hope is in Him.
He alone is my Rock and my Salvation,
my Fortress where I will not be shaken.
My victory and honor come from God alone.
He is my refuge, a rock where no enemy can reach me.
O my people, trust in Him at all times.
Pour out your heart to Him,
for God is our refuge.
~  Psalm 62:1-8

 

Twice during this Psalm David speaks of his soul “waiting” or being “quiet” before God.  This quietness, this silence is so significant.  It is really difficult for me, at times, to be perfectly still before God.

I’ll never forget the first time I went to a classical piano concert.  There was an electric silence when the musician came and sat at the piano.  All of us in the concert hall were anticipating the moment when the silent instrument would be touched by the artist’s hand and the music would spring to life.  The breathless anticipation…  knowing the artist… knowing his reputation… ready to be transported by the music.

So, shouldn’t waiting on God be even more awesome?  After all, He alone is my rock and my salvation.  He is my refuge, where no enemy can reach me.  In the present situation, I need a “Rock”… something solid!  Someone to stand in my defense against the evil forces of the world, to protect me from all the subtle temptations of the world.  I need Him as my defense against the enemy to my soul.  Let all that I am wait quietly before God.

I compare the anticipation of hearing that concert music with the kind of anticipation I should have when I am “waiting” on the Lord.  “Let all that I am wait quietly before God.”  My soul pausing… waiting… anticipating in that electric silence the first touch of the Master Musician’s hand on the instrument of my soul.

I wait for Him with the expectation that He will keep His promises, He will fulfill His word… for my hope is in Him.  He alone is my rock and my salvation, my fortress where I will not be shaken.  It is the expectant heart that anticipates the windows of heaven opening and the blessing of God pouring down like rain.  “Open your mouth wide and I will fill it.” (Psalm 81:10)  Anticipate it!

If I anticipate it… expect it… quietly wait for it, He will not disappoint me.  My hope is from Him… my expectation is from Him.  The silence will break… the music will begin.  After all… I am waiting for the touch of the Master Musician.


a change of seasons

HPIM1823As autumn approaches, we begin to see changes.  The leaves start to turn colors and we feel that nip in the evening air.  The smoky haze settles in the valleys, changing the perspective of the horizon.  Some embrace the change and get a sense of anticipation.  Others get a feeling of dread… wondering, “what’s coming next?”

Although change is inevitable, our attitude toward change is a choice.  I must say, I have always been a bit “change averse”.  A lot of this aversion is based upon huge changes in my life, leaving me reeling.  Change can be unsettling, to say the least.  But, change can also bring beautiful, new things into our lives.  It can knock us out of a place of complacency into new learning and new growth.

I am reminded of Ecclesiastes 3… “To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven…” It goes on to say that He has made everything beautiful in its season. Change will happen… it may be unsettling, it may be uncomfortable. Ultimately it will be made beautiful by the One who brings about change.

I am learning to embrace change. I am learning to believe it has a purpose. I am learning that what God does is for our good and is good for eternity. He has planted eternity in our hearts. Our steps… even the changes… are ordered by Him and are made beautiful in time.


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