19 May 2011
The higher ridge means haze and thin air; soul must rest frequent, and monitor constant to live up here, listening for song in the wind, keeping simple in the extremes.
And the low valley means suspenseful quiet, taut senses; and soul must hush pounding heartbeat to listen for whispers of hope.
Sheer awe, the overwhelmed soul, and despair’s haunting companionship bring us silent, gaping, cognizant of our relative size in this vastness. We are vulnerable. We are small. We are undone.
And we will not be utterly forsaken, because God has committed Himself to us, because He chose to, because we belong to Him.
The only good thing about being a sheep in this wilderness, is having a Good Shepherd. Many leaders call for our adherence, but only God is good.
He is God, and I am not.
And He is good, and I am safe.
What is your only comfort in life and in death?
That I am not my own,
But belong body and soul, in life and death,
To my faithful Saviour, Jesus Christ.