But you, O Lord, are a shield about me, my glory, and the lifter of my head. ~ Psalm 3:3
During prayer this morning, the above scripture started weaving its way through the silence. Some music started – I think there is a song written about this– wandering around also. As I sat with this for a bit, I started to feel it in my bones. Under the circumstances, the feeling may not last long, but the truth of it is permanent. God is the one who lifts me up – the one who lifts us up.
Josh Groban, though he did not write it, made popular the song, “You Raise Me Up.” It was written by the duo, Secret Garden with lyrics by Brendan Graham, one of the duo. I don’t think it was meant to be about God, but for me when I hear it, it’s about God. Sometimes, God with skin on.
“When I am down, and, oh, my soul, so weary
When troubles come, and my heart burdened be
Then, I am still and wait here in the silence
Until you come and sit awhile with me
“There is no life, no life without its hunger
Each restless heart beats so imperfectly
But then you come, and I am filled with wonder
Sometimes I think I glimpse eternity”
“You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains
You raise me up to walk on stormy seas
I am strong when I am on your shoulders
You raise me up to more than I can be
Life is difficult, M. Scott Peck, said in his book, THE ROAD LESS TRAVELLED. Agreed. Sometimes, it is more difficult than others. It is how we handle the difficulty that makes us grow in the life of the Spirit and closer to God. Sometimes, I’m better at this than at others. We all are. I am struggling a bit at the moment because the difficulties keep coming. But the fact is, that God never leaves us. He is the lifter of our head. He raises us up to stand on mountains. He provides the strength for us to make it through the difficult and rough spots. And we will. I will. I can only be full of gratitude.
Today I am grateful for:
Moving into our new house is over. It’s almost presentable. I grateful for that. And I love it. What a wonderful gift for our older age.
I am almost through with one of the two last projects in the moving process (not counting finishing decorating). I took a break between the draft of this meditation and the finishing of it to clean out what I call “the project closet”. This holds sewing, knitting, scrapbooking, photo projects, genealogy, etc. You can’t imagine how much fun that was. Seriously, it is. I’ll finish it before dinner, and celebrate with a glass of wine.
For cooler days. For sunshine. For rain. For blue skies. For late roses.
For Chrysanthemums. I bought two pots of them yesterday for my patio. I may go get another one. Fall colors.
I’m grateful that I can, apparently, write a bit, again. It was so hard for a while. So much to sort out. I’m not done with that, yet.
I’m grateful for God’s strong shoulders, that he raises me up and is the lifter of my head.
My church community. For soul friends. For the Daughters of the King. You lift my head so many times.
And, I’m grateful for you, my brothers and sisters, for being God’s agent with skin on when the days are hard and my energy is limited. I’m so grateful for your prayers.
And I am grateful to God that the answers to our prayers are so often amazing and not what we expect.