Meditating on Psalm 98.
Oh, sing to the Lord a new song!
For He has done marvelous things… (Ps. 98:1)
Monday evening, I evacuated our room downstairs and was carried by my husband to our daughter Hannah’s room upstairs. The workers were going to start renovating the master’s bedroom and the adjoining bathroom the following morning. Tuesday, I woke up to a bright, sunny day, the warm rays of the sun beating down on the glass windows. Chalana, one of our maids who assist me, opened the blinds and the vast azure sky came to view.
As I sang praises and worshiped facing the window and the blue sky and the bright white clouds that dotted it, I couldn’t help but remember. Remembered a day when I had felt bereft with my life. I was very sick, weak, and had to leave my work in our company, and I didn’t really know what the future held – for me, our family, our company. But one afternoon while I was sitting in the garage, I saw a piece of the early-afternoon sky, as blue as it could be, and I was suddenly overwhelmed by a powerful feeling: a faith that believes and trusts no matter what.
I raised my arm right then and silently uttered a prayer. Oh God, my Father. As long as I can see the vast azure sky where You dwell, I will believe. I will believe that You are real and You see me. You are high up there beyond that blue vastness and You will help me and bless me. I will believe.
Tuesday morning, I saw that same sky and I couldn’t help but wonder at the great mercies of God and His marvellous workings in my life! It has been almost a decade ago since I prayed that prayer. He had mercifully put in order our lives, our family, our home, our company.
He has remembered His mercy and His faithfulness to the house of Israel… (v. 3)
He has remembered His mercy and His faithfulness to the house of His redeemed. As I sat there singing, I remembered all His mercies and faithfulness all these years and I stopped following the lyrics of a praise song written by someone else, and I began to sing a new song, a song that has not been written but comes from a heart He has healed and made whole. I broke forth in a song that told of His unfailing love to me. Unfailing love because it never lets go and its power breathes new life. One song called it His Stubborn Love.
Do you do that, too, dropping the song from the hymnal or the songbook and just let your heart compose its own lyrics of love, adoration and thanksgiving to the Lord? To just sing what comes out of the depths of your being? For really, there are not enough words.
And though heartaches still hound me, I know that there is a need to set them aside and just worship and honor the God who had saved me and had mercy upon me. It is a decision. It is a decision to abandon oneself to Him and for a moment forget the places that hurt.
Shout joyfully to the Lord, all the earth;
Break forth in song, rejoice, and sing praises. (v. 4)
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