This afternoon I began to crumble. It wasn’t just one thing. It was one thing on top of another. My kiddos are fraying in the midst of the chaos of our life and their mother ain’t doing much better. My kids went off to AWANA and I set to have a good cry and wander around helplessly in my misery. And then my phone rang. It was my sister. Well, okay, I don’t have a blood sister..but she might as well be.
God had her call me.
God did that because He loves me. He loves me, friends. He sees me in my pain, bewilderment, dizziness.
Then He gave me this song…read it. Please. It’s a gift. I want to tell you about My God. (Well, He’s yours too if you’ll accept him..)
The love of God is greater far
Than tongue or pen can ever tell
It goes beyond the highest star
And reaches to the lowest hell
The guilty pair, bowed down with care
God gave His Son to win
His erring child He reconciled
And pardoned from his sinCould we with ink the ocean fil
And were the skies of parchment made
Were every stalk on earth a quill
And every man a scribe by tradeTo write the love of God above
Would drain the ocean dry
Nor could the scroll contain the whol
Though stretched from sky to skyHallelujah [3x]
O love of God, how rich and pure!
How measureless and strong!
It shall forevermore endure
The saints’ and angels’ song
Can I get an amen?
Memorizing the verses with my kids today..to help them? Hah! To help me..
Psalm 146:5 Great is our Lord and mighty in power!
Noah reciting his verses from Exodus 15:
10 You [Lord] blew with Your wind, the sea covered them; [clad in mail] they sank as lead in the mighty waters.
11 Who is like You, O Lord, among the gods? Who is like You, glorious in holiness, awesome in splendor, doing wonders?
12 You stretched out Your right hand, the earth’s [sea] swallowed them.
13 You in Your mercy and loving-kindness have led forth the people whom You have redeemed; You have guided them in Your strength to Your holy habitation.
What a Savior! My only hope! Your kindness is my friend. Restore us!
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A very dear friend of mine encouraged me to read Psalms whenever I felt horrific. At first, I didn’t get it. But the more I read them each day, the more I felt that God knew exactly what I was going thru, and that I was not the first person to experience pain, sorrow, frustration, depression, fear, anxiety, etc. but David had also, so many years ago, and filled reams of parchment with his poetry about it. Somehow, it helped to know I wasn’t alone.
thank you so much for your words. I love, love, love the Psalms. The real. The broken. the praise. helps so much..thank you.
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