Scripture: “To you, O Lord, I lift up my soul.

 

O my God, in you I trust; let me not be put to shame; let not my enemies exult over me. Indeed, none who wait for you shall be put to shame; they shall be ashamed who are wantonly treacherous.

 

Make me to know your ways, O Lord; teach me your paths.  Lead me in your truth and teach me, for you are the God of my salvation—for You I wait all the day long…” Ps 25:1-5

 

Observation:  There must be a time where I gather up all the funky thoughts, hitch up my britches and recalibrate my soul before God, just like the Psalmist does.

 

What happens if I don’t take advantage of this instrument of Grace?  Nothing good, I’ll bet.  My guess?  A hardening of the heart is in my near horizon…

 

Analysis: Sometimes the Word of God just opens like a flower when seen with time-lapse photography.

 

A small bud, gradually opening up petal by petal until the full bloom is shown and I go in hushed tones, “How beautiful.  Just the right thing for the right time and all a gift from God.”

 

And then there are other times where the Word just thuds like a lead balloon in me.  I don’t get it; the words are not alive; they don’t vibrate with meaning; they just lie there like a stone in my mind.

 

That’s how this posting was for me last week when I started writing it.

 

Interestingly enough, I started the post, got the scripture reference down, and…..then the phone rang.

 

All that the Holy Spirit was preparing me for with the above reference fluttered to the ground like a wounded bird.  Even now, the day after that particular phone call, I am just now noticing how timely this Scripture reference is.

 

“O God: In You I trust.  Don’t let me be put to shame…”  Instead, I fumbled around in my own strength, trying to keep from gnashing my teeth at those speaking to me.  While I succeeded in being outwardly humble (maybe—objective self-examination is difficult in the best of times), inwardly I barely kept the lid on a percolating rage.  Certainly, grumbling, complaining, and disputing was well evident, albeit silent.

 

That is the awesome thing of being a Christian.  The Father’s stated purpose is to conform me to the image of the Son (Ro 8:29).  If it wasn’t for the times like I just experienced, I wouldn’t have the opportunity to confess, repent, and hitch up my britches to walk that narrow road of righteousness.

 

Prayer:  Thank you Lord God.  I am so ever grateful that you take the chisel and tap hammer to my stony heart and not the sledge.  AMEN