It is your darkest night. Monsters and beasts are everywhere. In the midst of it you are sheltered by the Almighty Refuge. All you have to do is call and He is there. What I love about it is that in the that dark the author is humming a tune and it gets louder until he awakes the dawn with his passion and love of his Shelter! It is like an explosion of light!
When I was reading it I couldn't help but love verse 7 & 8:
my heart is steadfast;
I will sing and make music.
Awake, my soul!
Awake, harp and lyre!
I will awaken the dawn.
Being in a place where I need to harness my thoughts and not trudge through memories, I need this song to sing. And to think about awakening the dawn? I am so not a morning person. Of late the dull headaches, an erge to upchuck, and cotton lodged in my throat, mornings just don't suit me. I am fighting the sickness around me so mornings are even more of the need to shut the world out by pulling covers over my head and snuggling in for more zzz's. Tired is a 'night'. Memories are a 'night'. My heart needs to remain strong. My heart needs God, my Refuge. So I will sing and I will grow louder to shut down the night.
my heart is steadfast!!!!
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