I didn’t know what to do. Feeling pulled in a thousand directions, I started cursing, yelling at the tiniest details of every-day life. All the inessentials, niceties, trivial stuff that won’t mean a hill’a beans in the end. Is anyone going to notice dried rosemary in their soup as opposed to fresh? Must every flower petal in the garage be swept up? Will the world come crashing down if Thank You cards miss the mail today?
My mind, heart, mouth—all rational reason shut down. I was overwhelmed.
I couldn’t talk with my husband because he would try untwisting my mind and I was dead set on blaming him. I wanted to run away. Tried calling a trusted friend, but she didn’t answer.
The bible lay there on the bed, opened to where I left off this morning, and I heard the Shepherd calling me in. Low and behold He knew the hour I would need this most, “We do not know what to do, but our eyes are on You.” (vs 12) “Thus says the Lord to you, ‘Do not be afraid and do not be dismayed at this great horde, for the battle is not yours but God’s.'” (vs 15) “You will not need to fight in this battle. Stand firm, hold your position, and see the salvation of the Lord on your behalf.” (vs 17)
God knew only His voice would do. Jesus is the one friend closed ears can hear, the only power on earth able to still the soul of an angry person.
“I will sing of Your power; yes, I will sing aloud of Your mercy in the morning; for You have been my defense and refuge in the day of my trouble.” (Psalm 59:16)
“I will feed my flock, and I will cause them to lie down, saith the Lord God.” (Ezekiel 34:15)
Song: Psalm 150, by Poor Bishop Hooper
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