I waited patiently for the Lord;
he inclined to me and heard my cry.
He drew me up from the pit of destruction,
out of the miry bog,
and set my feet upon a rock,
making my steps secure.
He put a new song in my mouth,
a song of praise to our God.
Many will see and fear,
and put their trust in the Lord.
How we have cried and cried!
Almost until we had no tears left. Nearly to the point of exhaustion and us wondering if He was listening.
Yet He always hears us. Always.
And in His mercy and goodness He shines the light of His love into our darkness and pain and extends His hand to us, and shows us the way out, the way to go forward.
He is our rock, if only we would stand firm and hold tight.
And we stand firm as we dig deeper into the Gospels to know God better – for Jesus is the exact representation of the Father — so that we might love Him more.
And really understand how much He loves us.
It is in receiving His love and loving Him in return — and knowing down in the gnarly nooks and crannies of our hearts that He loves us and will never stop – that we can hear the new song He lifts to our lips. A song of joyful obedience that will prove our love as we live it out, singing all the notes clearly.
And the notes of love will rise heavenward to our Lord. They will rain down over us and grow a crop of newness of life, filling our loving cups to overflowing with joy, peace and gratitude from hardened hearts humbled by life’s blows, now bowing in obedience.
And this loving and following Him and loving others well will be a spectacle for all to see, helping them to bow low too…