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Whispers near dawn
Friday, February 19, 2016
First Week of Lent
Psalm 130:6
My soul waits for the Lord more than watchmen wait for the morning … yes, more than watchmen wait for the morning.
I sit here waiting for words about waiting. The Lord searches my heart. I wish he would hurry up. I have places to go, and promises to keep.
Uh-oh. I think I’ve gotten hung up a little here. “You seem to have a timetable, David.”
Well, yeah, I do.
“OK. Where are you headed, and when do you plan to get there?”
Well, I’m not really sure. Maybe we could just stay here awhile and talk …
“Sounds like a good idea to me.”
On the ramparts we watch, sitting in the light of the moon. The watchmen wait for the morning, and here we are just talking a little, sitting back, wondering at the stars.
They are beautiful, the stars.
“Yes.”
You made them, didn’t you?
“Yes.”
The stars always seem to be there, but I’m more like grass that burns up in the sun, or dust shaken up, and I don’t feel stable at all.
“No. Your stability depends on me. And I’m not going anywhere. It’s just that you have to wait for me, follow me, and not lead the way so much.”
That doesn’t seem so crazy-hard, sitting here with the Lord in the dawn’s morning light. “Be here now,” he says to me. OK.
Quiet calmly comes, over the hill before the sunrise, and you inhabit all of it, Lord. Brush up against my face with that light that sings inside my soul, and stirs me up to welcome the day. All your ways are wonderful, Father. You are God and you are good, and you have made me whole.
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