I want to write about our Saturday OVERFLOW meeting because we had a fantastic time! But I have something else on my heart this morning, so bear with me. I’ll write all about OVERFLOW tomorrow.
I hope that I don’t offend anyone with this quote but it really hit home with me yesterday when I read it.
“Life is just one damned thing after another.”
If we have lived long enough, if we have been in relationship with others and we have been honest with ourselves, something in each one of us connects with this reality. Life has a way of wearing us down.
I know that I am not the only one who knows this to be true – the journeys to surrender are as different as the individuals who travel them but the struggle unites us. Over the years, I’ve heard teens use less eloquent but perhaps more poignant expressions to describe this slow erosion of the spirit, mostly unprintable though. I’ve heard young moms verbalize utter frustration about the meaning of their lives and I’ve heard friends and family communicate exasperation with the heaviness and the mundaneness of their days. The truth is, this is the way things are. In and of ourselves, life can look pretty bleak at times.
Life was running relatively smoothly for a few months there and I enjoyed every minute of the peace and the routine of my writing days. It was good but my life has taught me that this simplicity wouldn’t last because…well, it just wouldn’t. When the end of February came rolling around, it felt like life was beginning to unravel here and there and eventually everywhere. Yet, running parallel to and above the disappointments, upheavals, concerns, upsets, fatigue and anxieties, there was the word of God. Solid. Truth. Refuge. So, I ran to Him. Like I wrote earlier, we all run somewhere.
This morning, I was reading Psalm 119,verses 153 – 160 and I noticed that three times in eight verses, the phrase “preserve my life” appears. Other translations state it as “revive me.” These words are powerful. I want and need revival in my spirit each and every day.
The light went on in this simple woman’s mind (mine). I am no bible scholar but the author of this psalm is clearly saying that it’s His Word/His judgments/His lovingkindness/His promises/His laws/His love – these are what sustain us. These are what keep our lives together. When – not if – our lives start to unravel, it’s His presence and His Word that revives us.
You know those weighted, plastic, blow up, punching toys for children? When a child punches it, it tilts toward the ground but because it is weighted in its foundation, it bounces back to an upright position. That’s the picture I have in my mind when I think of the resiliency that God’s Word offers us. He is the weighted foundation and His Word is the air that inflates us. When the punches of life come and knock us down, He revives us. He is our Way back to standing upright and tall.
I have definitely felt the punches lately – they have been fast and furious – and yet I bounce back.