This past week God brought another old song to my memory, and had me revisit an old post from August of 2016. You can read it by clicking here
In that post, I talked about being a corner-sitter. How I’ve always been a corner-sitter,
“I’ve a confession to make. I am a corner-sitter. Have been, for most of my life in fact. Anytime sickness came, I found a spot, settled there, and pushed everyone else away. Let me focus on my chores, and grudgingly get through these bad days, then I’ll rejoin the human race when I feel better. “
But as I read that post I realized something: Over these past 2 1/2 years since I wrote those words, God has called my name, and invited me to see the corner with new eyes. He has uncovered something in me that always felt like a trap when weakness came over me.
From the Corner
The corner had trapped me again
Or had it?
Was it my own binding?
Roping it in, bridling my heart.
“Why did YOU send me here?”
“Why does the pain tie me here?”
He led me to the corner
for visions not seen yet.
I hitched up to the rail
for eyes tight-fisted shut.
I wanted to just get thru
To wrestle the pain of night.
He wanted to meet me here
To wrestle darkness into light.
I thought the pain was a fire
Burning thru joints and skin.
His fire was lingering above
Burning HIS glory within.
He called my name
The corner blazed aloft
No bridle, no clasp
Barebacked heart now soft
Lifted up to Heavenly places
No more corner sitting
Rivers of water now flow
In places of corner SINGING.
Whoever believes in me, as Scripture has said, rivers of living water will flow from within them.” John 7:38 NIV
On that original post, a sweet friend had commented: “You might be a corner-sitter, but you also join a sisterhood of online friends when you share your journey with us!” And in my reply to her I was reminded of this Scripture:
”You have come to thousands upon thousands of angels in joyful assembly, to the church of the firstborn, whose names are written in heaven.” Hebrews 12:22-23 NIV
In these months of pain flares, medication side effects, and shaking weariness, My Lord has met me with gifts from His own dear hand. His gifts have come in the stillness of the night when He covered me with His feathers; they have come in the daylight when His Words have sunk deep into my soul; and they have come through sweet touches by other souls in His family. These places of pain and anguish? They were never meant to be carried alone, because the treasures that He brings into those darkened days are gifts for all of us journeying together.
So on those days when fear rises up in me again concerning medication failures and painful trials, the comfort of His convictions brings me to a deeper surrender, and my heart cannot keep silent in the corner any longer. There is beauty in the conviction He brings because surrender always carries the gift of God’s dear presence.
So from this corner I will call out HIS name, until He moves me on.
What was the song that stirred all of these thoughts? The creation crying out God’s name all around us:
On the night that I had finished these words, my hands relaxed enough that I thought I could join in with the #Marchgluebookparty over on Instagram. You can see my Insta post here. What peace came to me as I glued down the words that I thought matched the flowers for the prompt of “The very first of spring.” After I had finished my post, I decided to search for the Scripture that the Lord wanted to give me for the page. It wasn’t until I was writing the words across the top of the page that I realized what the words were speaking:
Flowers appear on the earth;
the season of singing has come,
the cooing of doves
is heard in our land. Song of Songs 2:12 NIV
(Image of tulips by artist Kris Mahen, cut out from “At the Lake,” a Lake Geneva regional magazine.)
Have you ever felt trapped in a corner with no way out? Would you look up with me to hear the call of ONE who is leading such a beautiful song?
Dear Heavenly Father,
Thank You for sending Your own dear Son to bring back the song into our lives. Thank You that Your voice is singing through the Words of Him, the Living Word, calling us to join in. Will You forgive us for the times that we have chosen to leave the chorus? We are amazed that You have continued to sing over us, even then! Would You lift the breath in our lungs to join You in singing? Thank You that no corner could ever stop that precious song of worship from being raised throughout every moment of our days! Your song of praise is the most joyous sound of our lips.
In Jesus’ Name we pray,
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