I’ve had a hard time writing lately. The daily grind of life of keeping up, measuring up, cleaning up and showing up has got me down lately. I feel small and insignificant. Like my contributions don’t matter. I remembered where I needed to go when I feel this way. To scripture, and God gave me Psalm 46.
God is our refuge and strength, an ever-present help in trouble. Therefore we will not fear though the earth give way and the mountains fall into the heart of the sea, though its waters roar and foam and the mountains quake with their surging.
There is a river whose streams make glad the city of God, the holy place where the Most High dwells. God is within her, she will not fall; God will help her at break of day. Nations are in uproar, kingdoms fall; he lifts his voice, the earth melts.
The Lord Almighty is with us; the God of Jacob is our fortress. Come and see the works of the Lord, the desolation he has brought on the part. He makes wars cease to the ends of the earth; he breaks the bow and shatters the spear, he burns the shields with fire.
Be still, and know that I am God; I will be exalted among the nations, I will be exalted in the earth.
The Lord Almighty is with us, the God of Jacob is our fortress.
In the midst of this traumatic description of the earth giving way and falling into the sea, God says, “Be still and know that I am God.” The Psalm also describes a river of joy running through the city where God dwells. I realized that was a description of my heart. The place God has chosen to dwell and I have the promise of this stream of gladness running right through it.
I took my bible, opened it to Psalm 46, laid it on the piano and began to sing the Psalm. I haven’t been taking much time with music lately and I usually find when I’m overwhelmed and tapped out of inspiration, there is a sacred place at the piano where God is waiting and my creative work becomes prayer. God is my refuge. Amen.