The other day we were asked to write our own life-Psalm. Here is mine:
Father, before the world came into being, You were designing the being that would be me.
The orchestral rhythms of my heart were taking shape and even now not one beat pulses beyond Your sight.
Thirty-four years ago my lungs expanded for the very first time and only You know when they will contract their last.
Whether it’s before the next sunrise or my eyes behold 100 years, I am at rest in the grip of Grace; a grasp that will never slumber, a fist clenched so tight I know I will never slip.
And yet, through times of suffering and chaos I unknowingly invited Bitterness and Anger to my table. My damaged heart was the feast and they ravished and consumed. The façade of happiness soon wore thin and so pleasing people was what I wrapped my identity in.
One melody I would sing was that of the King but seeking an unknown false sense of security was the tune flowing from my deep, hidden wounds.
It was then, being a shattered clay object desperately crying out for the Potter, when You began intricately, delicately, patiently restructuring my song. The whispers of heaven reminded me how You had been with me and my brokenness all along.
Pain in its brevity or pain in its length has multiple effects but this is not a story of seeing darkness wave a victory flag. You repair the broken with the adhesive called Redemption, Forgiveness, Restoration. You heal even the deepest crevasses of the soul and the snares of bondage are obliterated by the thunder of Your freedom.
And from the proclamations of release I can now declare, You are sending me to war against injustice and to fight for the voiceless who are ensnared. My fire and spirit being what the enemy meant to kill and destroy, You have taken and drenched with rooted, abounding, unflinching joy. 🙂
