Down in northern California for a couple of days checking out the new grandson. What a joy! But amid the joy, there’s still some sadness.
Not only have I heard it from my girls, but from others in our extended family as well, this week is turning out to be a tough week. Maybe week three is such a hard week because the need to get back to “doing life” increases the pressure to get back to normal . . . but normal has such a huge gap in it. Though the world keeps turning, there are so many indicators of the way in which the world has been turned upside down. Small things trigger large memories. And for every thought that wonders what Sue must be experiencing right now in Jesus’ presence, there are multiple reminders of what we are now missing because Sue is no longer in ours.
Maybe that’s why David’s admission, “My soul was bowed down,” catches my eye this morning as I read Psalm 57.
But while that may have caught my eye, it’s something else that has captivated my thoughts.
My heart is steadfast, O God, my heart is steadfast! I will sing and make melody!
(Psalm 57:7 ESV)
A bowed down soul . . . and yet a steadfast heart.
David was in a cave as he continued to flee from the enemy. The storms of destruction raging (v.1). The days spent trying to keep on while in the midst of lions. The nights a battle as he tried to sleep among fiery beasts. Both of which seemed intent on consuming him (v.4). The traps had been set, the pit made ready (v.6). It was a lot to endure. So much so that it bowed his soul to the ground.
But if David had had Paul to read, I imagine he might also have said:
We are afflicted in every way, but not crushed; perplexed, but not driven to despair; persecuted, but not forsaken; struck down, but not destroyed;
(2Corinthians 4:8-9 ESV)
How come? Because of a steadfast heart.
A heart that allowed David to respond to a bowed down soul with a lifted up cry to God Most High (v.2). That enabled David to work through seemingly overwhelming circumstances knowing that God had promised to fulfill His purpose for him (v.2). That reminded David of God’s unfailing faithfulness and of God’s unwavering love.
And because David really believed what he said he believed he could praise from the cave. The fruit of a steadfast heart.
Thank God for a steadfast heart. Not of my own making, but through the testimony of God’s living and active word. Not of my own sustaining, but with the help of God’s indwelling and ever-present Spirit. Not because I’m anything special, but based solely on the finished work of the eternal Son of God who loved me and gave Himself for me.
A steadfast heart. Sufficient to weather the day . . . and so much more. Sufficient also to restart the song for the day. To sing anew of His goodness. To make melody again of our hope. To awake the glory and give thanks to God among the people (v.8-9).
For Your steadfast love is great to the heavens, Your faithfulness to the clouds.
(Psalm 57:10 ESV)
All by His sustaining grace. All for His everlasting glory.