Reading the headlines this morning during a break from some projects, my heart a heavy paper weight inside my chest, anxiety filling me to the brim…I was thankful my son was at preschool and I didn’t have to pretend like I wasn’t quaking in my flip-flops. You know that feeling when fear bursts in, darkening every corner and the winds of unrest seem to blow out the windows of your very soul? That was me this morning.
And I got upset, I was mad and sad…the indignant heart-cries of a mom who can’t handle the kind of world I’m bringing my son up in. Too much, too wrong, not enough right. The Lord and I talked all morning over dishes and laundry and painting. I demanded that he change my perspective to see through his eyes and not my own eyes that see just a glimpse of this fleeting life. It was a strange day of prayer for me.
So over coffee and my Bible while my son was napping in his bed this afternoon, this passage from Psalm 146 jumped off the page at me:
3 Do not put your trust in princes,
in human beings, who cannot save.
4 When their spirit departs, they return to the ground;
on that very day their plans come to nothing.
5 Blessed are those whose help is the God of Jacob,
whose hope is in the Lord their God.
6 He is the Maker of heaven and earth,
the sea, and everything in them—
he remains faithful forever.
7 He upholds the cause of the oppressed
and gives food to the hungry.
The Lord sets prisoners free,
8 the Lord gives sight to the blind,
the Lord lifts up those who are bowed down,
the Lord loves the righteous.
9 The Lord watches over the foreigner
and sustains the fatherless and the widow…
Life, light, breath, new eyes for me in the Living Word.
Tired soul, take joy in your faithful God. Put your hope in him alone, your Lord, your freedom-Maker, your healer, the one who loves you to the core. Trust.