“I will lift my eyes to the mountains; From where shall my help come? My help comes from the LORD…He will not allow your foot to slip….The LORD is your keeper…He will keep your soul.” (Psalm 121, excerpts)
This image came to my mind today. It flashed through my mind during worship. Have you ever tried to keep water cupped in your hand? Without letting a drop escape your palms, or through your fingers. It’s almost impossible. At least for a prolonged time.
so often I feel like running water.
slippery
capable of losing
predisposed to escape the confines of a safe boundary
My soul, my insides, my fallible flesh is unstable such as this. I think “How can a pair of hands possibly keep me together? Keep me from dripping into a puddle? Mixing with dust and ash and cloudy with darkened grime.”
Yet I am told:
“He will keep your soul.”
“But the Lord is faithful, and He will strengthen and protect you…”
“Cast your burden upon the LORD
and He will sustain you;
He will never allow the righteous to be shaken.”
He will “encourage the exhausted, and strengthen the feeble.”
Those are my adjectives. exhausted. feeble.
It can come in different waves. The days of a dessert dwelling can be both bearable and desperate. Even with the Spirit. My faith and trust does not have to waiver for my emotions to be true in their cry. Along with this picture in my mind, with me being the water, a soft voice reminded me that the hands that crafted the clay of my inmost being, cannot drop me. Cannot slip from grasp. Cannot and will not let one drop of my liquid bones escape His sustaining, nail-pierced palms.
I can’t even finish thoughts.
I’m dancing dangerously back on the line of a Psalm 42 dwelling.
So I’ll cling to this tonight:
“There will be a shelter
to give shade from the heat by day,
and refuge and protection
from the storm and the rain.” (Is 4:6)
I will find rest for my soul. (Is 6:16c)
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Posted on November 1, 2010 by Leigh Gorham
Running Through
“I will lift my eyes to the mountains; From where shall my help come? My help comes from the LORD…He will not allow your foot to slip….The LORD is your keeper…He will keep your soul.” (Psalm 121, excerpts)
This image came to my mind today. It flashed through my mind during worship. Have you ever tried to keep water cupped in your hand? Without letting a drop escape your palms, or through your fingers. It’s almost impossible. At least for a prolonged time.
so often I feel like running water.
slippery
capable of losing
predisposed to escape the confines of a safe boundary
My soul, my insides, my fallible flesh is unstable such as this. I think “How can a pair of hands possibly keep me together? Keep me from dripping into a puddle? Mixing with dust and ash and cloudy with darkened grime.”
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