Short daily devotionals for the socially distanced. These are thoughts from my daily time in the word. I use a bible reading plan that will have me in a different section of Scripture every day.
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Sunday, April 5th
Reading: Psalms 28-32
1 I waited patiently for the Lord;
he inclined to me and heard my cry.
2 He drew me up from the pit of destruction,
out of the miry bog,
and set my feet upon a rock,
making my steps secure.
3 He put a new song in my mouth,
a song of praise to our God.
Many will see and fear,
and put their trust in the Lord.
— Ps 40:1–3.
I grew up in a house with two older brothers. This meant that most things in my early life were dictated to me, rather than decided by me. The clothes I wore were “hand me downs”, and so they were based on a fashion choice that my brothers had made years earlier. The amount of food I ate was based on how quickly I could clear my plate before my brothers got stuck into mine. But they did choose some things for me that I am grateful for to this day. One of them was my taste in music. I listened to whatever my brothers listened to, and for the most part that was a very good thing. My oldest brother did have a weird obsession with Chris De Burg and even Erasure at one point, but he has repented of that season, and has faithfully returned to Springsteen, Sting, REM and other real bands.
One of my favourite memories of hanging out with my brothers though, was when we lay on our beds and listened to U2’s magnificent “Under a Blood Red Sky” album. Three boys, transfixed by the magnificence of a live performance, all singing along as if we were there. They made us believe that anything was possible. One song on that album stood out from the rest. It was just called “40” and it grabbed my soul. The words were taken straight from Psalm 40, and the scripture resonated with me deeply. David was telling his own story of faith. I loved that he had a personal journey with the creator of the universe. He could speak of that journey, and it mattered. It mattered enough for it to go in the Bible. I wanted to be able to speak of a personal journey with my God one day too.
Now I can.
Much like David, I know what it feels like to wait for the Lord. His timing and mine don’t seem to work off the same clock and there have been long seasons in my life when I have wondered what He was up to, or if He was even still there.
Much like David, I can testify that He always answers, and He always pulls me up out of the mud and mire that I have gotten myself into.
Much like David, I can boldly say that He gives me a safe and firm place to stand through His truth and grace. I continually find ways to step off of that and sink back into the mud, but time and time again He puts me back on the rock of His truth.
Much like David, He has changed my heart to such an extent, that I feel I have a new song of praise in my mouth.
And much like David, my desire is that many would see and hear through me of His goodness, grace and beauty. That is my deepest prayer.
What’s your story of God’s faithfulness?
It matters. It’s your new song, and it should be shared. Are you in a season of waiting? Hang in there and know that He hears and will come get you. Are you stuck in the mud and mire? Cry out to Him and He will clean you off and stand you back on solid ground, but don’t pretend like you are cool when the mud is up to your nostrils.
Courage, dear friends.
Today’s post was taken from a devotional book I wrote a few years back.