It was late in the day before I could flip the calendar for that day’s Scripture. But when I saw the verse, my heart felt a sweet stirring from the Lord as I realized that only God could have brought about such perfect timing:
Six years ago this week our oldest Grandson was born. And this is the very verse that the Lord gave me to pray over his life. Pre-RA, I was so blessed to babysit little Samuel during the early months of his life. Unlike some babies who prefer loud noises, such as the white noise of a vacuum running, he preferred a quiet and still place to sleep. So, on the day that I saw the tree-trimmers headed towards the tree next to his window, I knew we were in for trouble! Of course he woke up screaming, and refused to be comforted, no matter what I did for him. We finally ended up in the bathroom with the door shut, and as I held him tight, I heard myself singing the latest worship song that we had sung just that past Sunday at my church. And little Samuel snuggled in close and sighed with contentment as long as I kept singing.
That song became our favorite–I even made a “Grandma’s Special Video” when he was only 3 months old, as he gurgled and hummed along with me. I sang it to him and to his little cousin, Raya, born just 6 weeks after him. This verse from Psalm 32 became the verse that God asked me to pray over both of them. Just this last week, Raya and her family made the move to Guyana (find their story here,) and the verse became even more special to me. So, as I saw the words on my flip calendar, I found myself singing the song that is so precious to my spirit:
And I must thank Brenda Bradford Ottinger for her words last week at Chasing Community (read her post here,) where she wrote about being rocked so close by our Heavenly Father. I know the Lord used her picture to stir my own memories with little Samuel and Raya!
As my heart was so full with beautiful thoughts about the safety of hiding in Jesus, I checked my Facebook newsfeed, scrolling through family and friends’ updates. And then my eyes fell on the post that I had known would be coming soon. Nonetheless, my eyes filled with tears as I read that my friend, Sue, had finally crossed into the joy and eternity of peace with Jesus. Over the last few years ALS had taken a toll on her body, but her spirit had found a joy and freedom that she had not known throughout the rest of her life. Anyone who ever read her posts came away blessed by her honest expressions of finding the Grace of God in the most difficult of days. God gave her strength to type out her words about the life that only Jesus could bring right up to the last month of her life here.
And she taught us all what it means to run to God to find a true hiding place. Running to His safety doesn’t mean that we will escape all trouble. In fact the troubles may grow worse all around us. But there is a safety of heart that only Jesus can bring. There is a hiding place where intimacy with Him lifts our spirits into a union with Him that we never could have dreamed.
In the same way that little Samuel snuggled in closer the more he heard the song, Jesus calls us to snuggle in closer to Him the more that we hear His songs that He sings over us.
On these noisy nights when the pain flares keep me loud awake, if I listen closely, I can hear Jesus singing to my heart, calling me to come and rest with Him. In these days that are dark with worry and fear, Jesus hasn’t stopped calling us to Himself. We don’t have to wait for the noise to cease before we turn our faces to Him.
We just have to snuggle in closer and sigh with contentment as His voice stills our souls.
Dear Jesus, we are weary, and yes, we confess that the noise of this world scares us some days. The chaos that we hear screams out a chant of worry all around us. But Lord, thank You that the noise is not where You have asked us to fix our gaze. No, Your face is looking down on us, and Your song is the one sweet sound to our ears. Will you help us to snuggle in and find the peace that is only Yours to give? And will you send Your comfort to our aching hearts? We need You, and we are glad that Your Grace is big enough to carry us all. In Your Precious Name we rest, Amen.
This post is written in memory of my sweet friend, Sue Nash Maksim. She has fought the good fight, and her Lord is speaking “Well done my faithful servant,” even now.
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