Tuesday, October 9, 2012

Changing Seasons. He Remains.


Living in South Jersey…we don't always have the front row seat to watch seasons change. The weather has yet to feel consistently fall-like….but we know it is inching deeper into the year when towns start looking deserted…places shut down…no more summer traffic...Tourists return home…we remain.

The beach. Empty. People may disappear but the waves continue to crash and the beauty of the Lord’s creation continues...Every morning the sun continues to rise…and at night stars will continue to shine through...
Psalm 63:
O God, You are my God; I shall seek You earnestly;
My soul thirsts for You, my flesh yearns for You,
In a dry and weary land where there is no water.
2 Thus I have seen You in the sanctuary,

To see Your power and Your glory.
3 Because Your lovingkindness is better than life,
My lips will praise You.
4 So I will bless You as long as I live;
I will lift up my hands in Your name.
5 My soul is satisfied as with marrow and fatness,
And my mouth offers praises with joyful lips.
6 When I remember You on my bed,
I meditate on You in the night watches,
7 For You have been my help,
And in the shadow of Your wings I sing for joy.
8 My soul clings to You;
Your right hand upholds me.

How many of us miss this. We leave for the season. We forget.

Summer ends. Energy starts to become a thing of the past, nights become colder, the couch looks more inviting, it gets darker—quicker, we lose sight of the lessons learned…we grow weary and tired.

I don’t want my soul to begin to look like the town…deserted.

It is so easy to make a list of excuses. Changing seasons brings allergies—now I am sick. I am sick and I hurt. It hurts to swallow, I have a runny nose, itchy eyes...I can't talk. I can't sing—[which is possibly the worst thing in the world to me]. I am tired. I am tired of eating soup. I am tired of lying in bed but I am too tired to get out of bed.

Psalm 63 The Message

God—you’re my God!
I can’t get enough of you!
I’ve worked up such hunger and thirst for God,
traveling across dry and weary deserts.
2-4 So here I am in the place of worship, eyes open,
drinking in your strength and glory.
In your generous love I am really living at last!
My lips brim praises like fountains.
I bless you every time I take a breath;
My arms wave like banners of praise to you.
5-8 I eat my fill of prime rib and gravy;
I smack my lips. It’s time to shout praises!
If I’m sleepless at midnight,
I spend the hours in grateful reflection.
Because you’ve always stood up for me,
I’m free to run and play.

I hold on to you for dear life,
and you hold me steady as a post.

It is easy to come up with a list of excuses. But God never called us to easy. I read Psalm 63. I remember what Jesus has done. The good news of great joy. Seasons are changing…but I do not want to grow comfortable clinging to my list of excuses.

I am weary. I am hungry. I am thirsty. I sit on the deserted beach…”here in the place of worship, eyes open, drinking in your strength and glory”…In His generous love we can find reason to live and love. God made us in such a way that the only way we can ever truly be satisfied is through and with Him. Let go…of the complaints…so I can “hold on to You for dear life”

Today...my words mumble out of my sore throat in whispers that no one can hear...and yet I have said much inside. I haven't stopped running my thoughts and the Lord knows, “Trust in Him at all times, O people; Pour out your heart before Him; God is a refuge for us” Psalm 62. We can trust. He knows our hearts and our desires.

He remains with the changing seasons. Like the crashing waves. Like the rising sun. Constant.

Help us not to grow stagnant Lord…when all around is life to be lived.

God, like a desert soul...I'm thirsty for more of you…and
You are exactly what we need.

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