For… Yours,
waiting patiently in hope.
BLUNDERBUSS, an awkward-loading rifle, fires
its projectiles as effectively as any when it’s loaded adequately, by its
design. It’s no ineffective weapon, unless it’s pitted against an automatic
rifle like an AK47.
Unlike rifles, we’re all created for God’s
glory, and yet there’s the full range of weaponry for the Kingdom at God’s
disposal — in us, as a church, as we are.
Still, we are who we are. And we’ve landed in
some pretty sticky situations in life. That stickiness is thick and effusive
right now. It’s on the nose. You’re left wondering why… why me… why now… why
does it have to be this way?
When you’re
feeling spurned,
When everything’s
burned,
When life’s
turned from bright to grey,
When you’ve lost
hope,
And you’ve no way
to cope,
Reach out, reach up; seek help today.
Reaching out is about reaching our hands out to
loved ones, counsellors, wise advisors, mentors and the like. Someone who’ll
listen. Reaching up is finding a sense for where God is in all this.
Seeking help today is about reaching
horizontally and vertically. Looking up, we sense that God would communicate
something to us; his perception of events and how we feel about them. Looking
out, we surely have one person that God brings to mind; someone who’ll sit with
us, listen, pray with us, and be a kindly shoulder to lean on for such a time
as this.
There can be no underestimating the power and
Presence for God in the fellowship of someone there for us. But I want to
devote the rest of the article to God’s Spiritual Presence through his Holy
Spirit, in us, and all around us by his holy angels.
God of Spirit,
breathe within,
Help me be acquitted
of my sin,
Make a way for
me out of this,
Restore me to your divine bliss.
The Spirit will breathe in us like a mighty
wind that can come from nowhere else but God. Such a force of inspiration is
possible when we depart enough from ourselves to surrender, even for moments.
The more we debunk the default thinking — of staying stuck in the stickiness of
our situation — the more we’ll be open to God breathing his Spirit again afresh
through us.
Even as I stand there
with nothing left inside,
Standing faintly
as a deer pants for water,
Even as I ponder
the Lamb at the slaughter,
Give me poise, Lord, and be my blessed Guide.
Spirit breathe,
breathe deeply inside of me,
Wind of God
usher life into my aching hollow bones,
Help me, Holy Spirit,
as my soul within me groans,
Lord, make me to live, my soul inside me free.
Spirit breathe,
breathe passion to revive my soul,
Lift me up as on
the eagle’s victorious wings,
Until all the
life within me finally flies and sings,
And then I’ll know you’ve lifted me out of
Sheol.
Yours, waiting
patiently in hope.
Make today
tomorrow’s best yesterday,
Knowing what’s
past is past,
Know that these
feelings won’t last,
When you stay firm in today.
© 2015 Steve Wickham.
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