Tuesday, August 13, 2013

But Me She Forgot

You know the place, right?  Dabar?  I have taken you there before.  It's the wilderness.

Hosea 2:13

"She has not acknowledged that I was the one who gave her food, rest, silver and gold.
Therefore... I will allure her, and bring her into the wilderness, so that I may speak kindly to her. Then I will make the valley of her disturbance a door of hope. And she will once again sing as in the days of her youth."

Ahhhh, Dabar, teach us again to hear the still small voice of God above the din, disappointments, distractions, and discomforts of life.  Forgive us of trying to re-write our story, of kicking against the bricks in protest with our self script on how it should be. Remind us that we are not the random beneficiaries of an impersonal scorching sun of chance or victims of life's pelting sands of misfortune. Forgive us of our doubt and disregard of you.
Sustain us with your word-- heavens manna.  Teach us to partake of your presence and trust in your sovereignty, even in the midst of  the mystery of adversity. 
Let us not forget you by failing to see you behind every soft or serrated moment of our day.
Take us through this valley of disturbance, to the door of hope. Speak kindly to us.
Take us to Dabar, take us if you must, because then and only then, will we sing of your glory once again as we realize all things work together for good.



He gave you manna to eat in the wilderness,
to humble and test you
 so that it might go well with you.
Deuteronomy 8:16

Hosea 2  1 Thess. 5:18  Psalm 91:1 Numbers 15:41 Romans 8:28