Sink into the Overstuffed Pillow of His Comfort

What is the purpose, what is the path of my life?

Trudging through pain, disappointment and strife?

Or was your purpose for me to chase my ways, my whims and desires?

I tried that path, but I'm out of breath, my soul weakens, runs thirsty and tires.

Finally, I cried to God, "Do you know my pain, what keeps me awake? Do you know the deep and dark valleys that run through my heart?

Can you reach to me, to the confusion, angst and turmoil that tears me apart?

David poured his soul in the same manner...but then he must have taken a deep breath, looked up, and God's grace brushed his soul:

"O LORD , you have searched me and you know me. you know when I sit and when I rise; you perceive my thoughts from afar. You discern my going out and my lying down; you are familiar with all my ways. Before a word is on my tongue you know it completely, O LORD . You hem me in behind and before; you have laid your hand upon me. Such knowledge is too wonderful for me, too lofty for me to attain.

Where can I go from your Spirit? Where can I flee from your presence? If I go up to the heavens, you are there; if I make my bed in the depths, you are there. If I rise on the wings of the dawn, if I settle on the far side of the sea, even there your hand will guide me, your right hand will hold me fast. If I say, ‘Surely the darkness will hide me and the light become night around me,’ even the darkness will not be dark to you; the night will shine like the day, for darkness is as light to you.
For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother's womb. I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well.

My frame was not hidden from you when I was made in the secret place. When I was woven together in the depths of the earth, your eyes saw my unformed body. All the days ordained for me were written in your book before one of them came to be”. (Psalm 139)

If all of me has your mighty fingerprints, your breath of life and your protective hand...why doubt, wonder, stress or fear?

You’re aware of my struggles, my sighing moments and have courted every tear.

No secret I can keep, no sorrow I can cover or nowhere I can hide.

You know what swirls inside me, for your hands knit me together with the purest intention – to lead and to guide.

I pray you wonder no more and trusting in Christ, you sink into the over-stuffed pillow of His comfort.

Janet

p.s.: Remember Aug. 14 - a secret to come.