Some thoughts about today’s reading in Isaiah from 2011 . . . shortly after everything had suddenly turned upside down around here. An encouragement to me this morning. Hoping for you as well.
Sometimes you just need to call out. You’ve done all you can do . . . but you know that ultimately it’s out of your control. You’ve tried to still your soul . . . but your mind keeps racing. You’re prepared to trust in the Lord with all your heart . . . but deep down you wish it would be for something other than what you know the day holds in store for you. And so . . . you call out . . . just like Isaiah did . . .
“O LORD, be gracious to us; we wait for You. Be our arm every morning, our salvation in the time of trouble.”
(Isaiah 33:2 ESV)
There’s an old southern gospel song that asks, “Where could I go but to the Lord?” Don’t know that Isaiah would have been much of a southern gospel fan, but I kind of think he’d pick up on the sentiment. When you kind of realize that there is no other place to turn, you turn to the Lord. And so he cries out, “Be gracious to me . . . be my strength as I head into the day . . . be my deliverance and my victory when things are getting kind of scary.”
He is “our arm every morning”. He is our strength . . . our power. He can flex muscle . . . He can lift up . . . He can hold secure . . . He can do what we cannot. And, He can do it everyday . . . His mercies are new every morning . . . with each sunrise He is ready, willing, and able to draw alongside as needed.
And so, I call out. Not presuming . . . not demanding . . . but, knowing the Shepherd’s voice and His heart, appropriating the all sufficient grace He has promised.
Humbly requesting that I might sense afresh the abiding power of the King of Kings, He who is Victor over all things. Feebly crawling up on the lap, as it were, of Abba Father as His beloved child of adoption, asking that I might know His abiding presence through the day.
And so “I wait for You.” Looking eagerly upward . . . setting my mind on things above . . . seeking to navigate the realities of the day in light of the realities of the Kingdom. Planning’s done . . . strivings cease . . . and I’ll look up . . . waaayyy up! . . .
I lift up my eyes to the hills.
From where does my help come?
My help comes from the LORD,
who made heaven and earth. (Psalm 121:1-2 ESV)
The LORD is my arm . . . my every morning strength.
The maker of heaven and earth is the designer of today’s circumstance.
He who upholds all things by the word of His power (Heb. 1:3) holds also the details of the day.
And so I’ll call out . . . and I’ll wait . . .
Where could I go . . . but to the Lord?
Able through His abounding grace. Always for His everlasting glory.