Psalm 86:4 “Rejoice the soul of thy servant: for unto thee, O Lord, do I lift up my soul.”
This gives me a picture of a little child reaching up to someone she trusts, either with some grievance to make better or some joy to share. We aren’t usually as smart as that child—we tend to take our trouble every other place except to our Heavenly Father. We fill our pain with pleasures, hoping to ignore the real problem until it fades away. We complain to our friends but forget that the Lord is the only Friend Who can supply our need. We lift up our soul like a broken toy to this world to fix…when we would get far better results by lifting it up to Jesus.
2 Chronicles 20:12 “…we have no might against this great company that cometh against us; neither know we what to do: but our eyes are upon thee.”
Maybe that’s why Jesus said, “Whosoever shall not receive the kingdom of God as a little child, he shall not enter therein.” Children generally have no trouble admitting when there is a problem: their pride isn’t as great a barrier to truth. They will quickly come running with the tale of anything that has disturbed their simple peace and seek solutions instead of burying the issue for later. We older folks would do well to learn from the humility of a child.
Where do we seek our solutions? Where do we find our joy? Are we reaching out to the Lord for these, trusting Him enough to lift up our souls with the simple confidence of a little child?
Here are some scattered thoughts I gathered from my missions trip.
(Our group visited three countries on our trip, but the majority of us only visited two–Cambodia and Laos.) Continue reading “Things I Have Seen”
Be this my banner high
Against a lowering sky–
A cause for which to die. Continue reading “Excelsior”
The story of Abraham sacrificing Isaac is quite well known, especially to those who grew up in Sunday school. We remember that God tested Abraham’s love for the Lord by commanding him to offer up his only son, the promised heir. We have read that Continue reading “Journey to Mount Moriah”
I lived with visions for my company,
Instead of men and women, years ago,
And found them gentle mates, nor thought to know
A sweeter music than they played to me.
But soon their trailing purple was not free
Of this world’s dust,— their lutes did silent grow,
And I myself grew faint and blind below
Their vanishing eyes. Then THOU didst come … to be,
Beloved, what they seemed. Their shining fronts,
Their songs, their splendours, (better, yet the same,
As river-water hallowed into fonts)
Met in thee, and from out thee overcame
My soul with satisfaction of all wants —
Because God’s gifts put man’s best dreams to shame. Continue reading “Stories”
Have you ever felt inadequate? Inferior? Helplessly cornered by your own personality? Faced with a job you feel utterly incapable of accomplishing? Congratulations! You are a normal human being! Or at least you have me as an ally in weirdness. I’ve despaired Continue reading “Personality”
Ah, college life. Monday morning dawning scarcely two blinks after one’s bleary eyes are permitted to close late Sunday night. The most disturbing alarm ringtone your repertoire of loud, peppy music could offer clamors forth Continue reading “Snooze”