But his delight is in the law of the Lord,
and on his law he meditates day and night.
I’ve had a season of introspection. I think a lot of us have. Isolation in uncertain times does that to a person, I guess. My thoughts have kept me from some things and for a time I beat myself up over it, but as I talked to others and listened to their struggles I discovered that I wasn’t alone in that either.
Being alone isn’t as lonely as it seems, I suppose.
I could have gotten lost in my work. I could have buried myself in a never ending pile of distractifying, unfulfilling, money making. But I didn’t. And I kind of hated myself for it. Being unproductive with no excuse is definitely guilt inducing.
I could have drowned my fear and anxiety in the solace of sweets and baking and endless bottomless glasses of wine. Let’s be honest, I did that a little bit, and then I felt a guilty about that, too.
I could have plugged my ears and stomped my feet and sang songs really, really loud until everything went back to normal. Yes, I did that, too, and felt the sorrow of denial in the days that followed.
I started thinking about all the things I had been doing to try and be normal, to try and carry on, to try and adapt and take advantage of my time in lock down. None of it mattered. Like the false bravado of a little yapping dog, it had no real power to protect me, or soothe me, or heal me.
Even the things I thought I could do for God seemed to fall short in my mind. I wasn’t writing. I wasn’t reading the Bible enough. I judged my prayers as selfish and unsatisfying. I beat myself up for not helping other people better navigate this crazy pandemic.
But I just couldn’t muster up enough of anything to do much. I just sat there. In the stillness. In the nothing. I didn’t want the fear, the shame, or the guilt. I didn’t want to be busy. I just wanted it all to be over!
I don’t like pandemics, and injustice, and death, and unemployment. I don’t like any of it. It’s not the Kingdom of God and I want the Kingdom of God more than I want anything, and all I can manage to do is say, “I can’t do anything about this, God!”
But there is value in the stillness. God is unveiling it bit by bit. “Be still and know that I am God.” The treasure comes in surrender.
Beautiful, honest, end of myself surrender.
My meditations have become Jesus focused. I started reciting Psalm 23 in my head over and over again every night when I went to sleep. It’s led to better sleep. It’s led to deeper trust. Each time I recite it, I pray the words to the Lord. I meditate on the truth of his love and steadfastness.
I’m memorizing more scripture. I just want it all in my head. I want to breathe it in and live by it. I know the Word. I’ve been studying the Bible for years. But I want more than that. In my surrender I want to revel in the knowledge that Jesus is my everything.
14 And the Word became flesh and dwelt among us, and we have seen his glory, glory as of the only Son from the Father, full of grace and truth.
The Word made flesh became the flesh made words, and in those words I have begun to meditate day and night.
I need my Jesus and I found Him palpably again in the flesh of His Word. I’m losing my desire to judge my inaction or the inaction or injustice of others. I just soak Him up in myself. I let Him be enough. I let Him be everything. His Glory, His Fullness, His Might is coming alive in me in a deepness I have yet to fully know.
It’s hard to believe that such scary times could bring such a deep closeness with the Lord, especially since I honestly kept thinking about how miserably ineffective I had been in regard to my Christian walk. I was so caught up in judging my inaction and insecurity, and judging my sporadic moments of faith and action as not near enough to prove my love to my Savior. And yet His answer all along has been, “Be still and know that I am God.”
I’m working on memorizing Psalm 46 right now. I’d gotten the first part down a couple years ago and then gave up because, well, memorizing is hard. I’m back at it now, though, with renewed trust that the meditations of my heart are now drawing me closer and closer to the Lord of Hosts. He truly is my fortress and my strength. I don’t need to do anything else.
10 “Be still, and know that I am God.
I will be exalted among the nations,
I will be exalted in the earth!”
11 The Lord of hosts is with us;
the God of Jacob is our fortress.