How is it that emotions, so deep they are hidden by a smile and surface contentment …
And an object, a word, a deed …
meet at an unforeseen intersection, and that which has been hidden, deep …
rises with a cloudburst, pouring from one’s eyes, one’s soul?
I was contented, not melancholy, when I began reading,
Psalm 90
Lord, through all the generations
you have been our home!
Before the mountains were born,
before you gave birth to the earth and the world,
from beginning to end, you are God.
(v. 1-2)
And like that, the invisible clouds on a sunny day burst forth a deluge down my cheeks.
I read it again, cheeks wet still.
Lord, through all the generations
you have been my home!
Before the mountains were born,
before you gave birth to the earth and the world,
from beginning to end, you are God.
The tears were not easy to understand, to interpret. They simply brought something to the surface, something deep from within.
I read it again,
Lord, through all the generations
you have been my home!
Before the mountains were born,
before you gave birth to the earth and the world,
from beginning to end, you are God.
Over and over and over again, I read … seeking cues in the pathways of my heart.
The words on the page brought comfort.
Stability, assurance, hope.
The trinity of comfort.
This is what a life’s walk with one’s God brings. And now I have walked long enough to see his hand, his footprints along the way. Always right beside me.
I see the Good Shepherd,
staff at the ready to protect me
cloak right there to shield me
presence always beside me.
The unexpected emotions, tears … they were Him, whispering words of love.
Lord, through all the generations
you have been my home!
Before the mountains were born,
before you gave birth to the earth and the world,
from beginning to end, you are God.
Amen
itsawonderfilledlife 