You know those times when you are full to overflowing of what ifs and maybes, and an almost inescapable urge to go over everything just one more time.
Times when, if thoughts aren’t plaguing you, then silence is.
Yes, you know, one of those times.
Only this morning I was remembering a period when circumstances had left me feeling unsure and vulnerable, it was so long ago now, the situation, not the feeling, I can engage in those sorts of feelings almost any day of the week if I give it some effort.
This was a time when I had longings for change for a dear friend of mine. I might have mentioned it before, but bear with me.
That particular day I was talking to God about how it all seemed to me, I was feeling flat and sad, wondering if things would ever be different, when I came across Psalm 20, I thought to myself, ‘That’s a word for my friend‘, then I corrected myself, ‘No, it’s my prayer for them’. I felt somewhat comforted as the psalm is full of promised change and victory, ‘All good’, I thought. ‘At least it is if it’s God speaking His ‘now word’ and not just me trying to make the situation better somehow’.
We know the desire to help and encourage, but how much more powerful it is when we know God has given us this particular word for this particular person. Now there’s an encouragement for you, not simply a scripture version of a comforting hug, but a word that comes with the Spirit’s empowering presence. Power to change, to heal, and even perhaps to create.
His word never comes alone, it comes accompanied by His own presence. Who wouldn’t want to hear Him?
But I’m rambling, back to the story.
Later on in the day I had a call from a friend, she told me she’d been spending time with God when she’d come across Psalm 20, she thought to herself, ‘It’s a word for my friend‘, then realised, ‘No, it isn’t, it’s my prayer for her’.
You can imagine how this felt to me, my unsure and discouraged heart was filled with relief, this was a reality, I didn’t have to simply hope it was true, God in His kindness had sent someone to confirm His word to me.
Why am I telling you this?
It’s because I’ve been feeling a bit flat about the ultra slow progress we are seeing in our journey to the next thing God has for us.
I’m not the world’s most patient person. I’m told prophetic people don’t tend to be, this is not a comfort to me. I’m not likely to stop being prophetically wired as it is how God has made me, and due to the length of time I’ve been less than comfortable with waiting for long periods of time, I don’t think I’m in for great change there either. I know, I CAN change, just not fast enough. You can pray for me if you like.
So, onto the other part of why I’m telling you this story.
Last night I woke in the dark, I could see the bedside clock, it said a time which God has used before when He wanted to speak to me. Maybe you have this numbers thing, I know some others who do.
What do I mean?
I’ll see a number and know God is saying something to me, I only have to find the verse He means me to read, not always easy, but He hides things for us, not from us, so I go searching in the confidence that He is waiting for me to find what He has planned for me to discover.
As I remembered the truth of the verse He’d highlighted to me, I wondered why He was reminding me of it when He’d given it to me so many times in the last year. I didn’t pay a lot of attention to it as I got on with my day. I’d even let it slip from my mind, that is, until a friend got in touch and told me as she was spending time with God this morning she had felt this particular verse was a word for me, and proceeded to tell me what God had said to her to encourage me.
I was bowled over, here I was again, reminded of the faithful love of God.
Don’t you love it when our Daddy God goes out of His way to lift our flattened hearts and to put a smile on our faces again? Only yesterday we had a friend get in touch with a picture from God to encourage us, and today, this.
The kindness of God does indeed lead us to repentance. If you consider the reality that repentance means seeing things how God does, then I am being drawn to change the way I’m seeing things, yet again.
Is this the end of today’s story? No. I received an invitation to contribute to an event which is right up my street, and also exactly what was referred to in the word from God, both in the darkness of last night, and then again this morning.
How kind is He? Oh so kind. Is our journey any clearer? Not really, but the path is a little brighter when He shines His light and makes visible His careful forethought for us.
A Song of Ascents.
I will lift up my eyes to the mountains; From where shall my help come? My help comes from the LORD, Who made heaven and earth.
My help does indeed come from The Lord.
This is one of a cluster of Psalms written for those who are journeying, or on a pilgrimage.
As a plodding journeyer (is there such a word?) I appreciate the intervention of God when He blows fresh cool air on my face to quicken my steps.
Thank you Lord. Please don’t stop.