WordPress isn’t letting me upload any photos right now, so until I can dig to the bottom of that deep, dark hole of I-don’t-know-how-to-problem-solve-in-wordpress, I wanted to share some thoughts.
The Author of Life has been repeating some things to me lately. Mostly, just I am. I’ve been listening to speaker Malcolm Smith in the car talking about Psalm 23, where the first verse says, “The LORD is my shepherd.” Malcolm said the people back then knew God as He had revealed Himself to them, by telling Moses His name was “I am”. The Lord IS my shepherd – present tense, a being verb. I am who I am. He cannot function apart from who He is. And He is “I am” to every need, every problem, every situation.
I have a massive headache today which I can’t really knock out because I can only take Tylenol. Boo. And yet, I hear I am. I am your healer, I am your head-holder, I am your comforter.
I don’t feel very productive. Or motivated. Can’t I just sit in a comfy chair and stare into space and zone out for a while? I am. I am your purpose for today, for each moment. Rest in Me as you spend your time today.
He keeps bringing to mind this song by Nicole Nordeman. I cry every time. Below is the YouTube link, and below that I typed out the lyrics because they are just beautiful.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YeUuF3fE9iQ
Pencil marks on a wall I wasn’t always this tall, You scattered some monsters from beneath my bed, You watched my team win, You watched my team lose, You watched when my bicycle went down again. And when I was weak, unable to speak, Still I could call You by name, And I said, “Elbow-healer, Superhero, Come if you can,” and You said, “I am.” Only 16, life is so mean, what kind of curfew is at ten PM You saw my mistakes, You watched my heart break Heard when I swore I’d never love again When I was weak, unable to speak, Still I could call You by name, and I said, “Heartache-healer, Secret-Keeper, be my Best Friend,” and You said, “I am.” You saw me wear white, by pale candlelight, I said forever to what lies ahead. Two kids and a dream, with kids that can scream Too much it might seem when it’s two AM. When I am weak, unable to speak, Still I will call You by name. “Oh Shepherd, Savior, Pasture-maker, Hold on to my hand,” and You say, “I am.” The winds of change And circumstance blow in and all around Us so we find a foothold that’s familiar, And bless the moments that we feel You nearer. When life had begun, I was woven and spun, You let the angels dance around the throne. Who can say when, but they’ll dance again When I am free and finally headed home. I will be weak, unable to speak, Still I will call You by name “Creator, Maker, Life-sustainer, Comforter, Healer, my Redeemer, Lord and King, Beginning and the End,” “I am, yes, I am.”
