“Hear my cry O God… for you O God have heard…”
God hears me. He has heard me. This is quite astounding if I stop and think about it. If I want someone to listen, someone who can make a difference, someone who cares and I actually get an audience with that person it’s a big deal. I leave those conversations feeling better. Feeling hopeful.
How much more if the Creator of the universe, the One who designed my ears and knows the hidden person of my heart… how much more astounding that He hears me. He listens.
Is it God who I run to in my weakness and faintness of heart? Or do I run to food. Sleep. TV. Distraction…? Why??? If God hears me, if he cares, if he’s listening, if he’s there for me why would I go to sleep, or TV, or the fridge?? Oh help my unbelief God!
“You have given me the heritage of those who fear your name.”
What is the heritage God gives to those who fear his name?
Read the last verse of Isaiah 54 and then go back and read what “this” is. There are enough promises there to keep me trusting and praying and pressing on for a lifetime!
“For God alone my soul waits in silence…”
Three hidden, intangible things: God alone. My soul. Waiting in silence.
All three I must live in.
On God alone rests my salvation and glory. All my hope for being able to stand before the living God and not be consumed rests on Him. All my hope for glory, for being beautiful again, for being the Imago Dei one I was created to be, for being like Christ.. it all rests on God alone.
It’s a waiting of the soul. Not a sit-and-do-nothing-and-wait waiting, but a carrying on through the storms and dullness of life while with is a hopeful look up.
In silence. There are no words. There is no magic spell to be spoken, no special prayer. The salvation, the glory, the protection and strength I wait for and hope in comes not for any special plea or recitation. My mouth is shut. I open it only to pour out my heart to the One in which all my trust lies. But the pouring out of my heart is not the magic key that unlocks the door to the end of my waiting in my soul upon God alone in silence. The pouring out is simply an emptying of all that stirs my soul. It is a return to God alone, in my soul, to silent waiting.
“Blessed be the LORD who daily bears us up; God is our salvation.”
“Awesome is God… he is the one who gives power and strength to his people.”
If I am bearing up it is God who is doing the bearing. I don’t pull myself up by my bootstraps. I pull myself up by the strength that God supplies. It is not my own. It is he. And even when I am not pulling myself up by his strength I am falling on his strength and he is still the one doing the bearing up.