Psalm 62: 5-8
For God alone my soul waits in silence, for my hope is from him.
He alone is my rock and my salvation, my fortress; I shall not be shaken.
On God rests my deliverance and my honor; my mighty rock, my refuge is in God.
Trust in him at all times, O people; pour out your heart before him; God is a refuge for us.
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As good as these words sound, as good as they make dandy phrases for songs and wall plaques, as often as I have heard people say that they trust God - I have not often witnessed the countenance of those who walk through their days with a posture of trust in God. Present company included. Authentic trust that is more than skin deep is joyous. I have experienced that and it is very hard to define it now any other way than related to joy. Trust in God accepts that none of us, none of us are going to get out of this life alive. To trust is to look death and sorrow and pain in the face and still savor this moment. Every cup of coffee, every morning walk, every warm creature that finds nearness with us a good thing, every heron that defies aerodynamics to soar over a swamp, every person that pulls a brick out of an ancient wall and finds a captive's eyes smiling with love through the opening. This is a most amazing life, people, trust God and pour yourselves out into it. God has got this and thanks be to God, so do you.
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Lord, if you are our refuge, why are we still laying bricks? Amen.
Deb Grant, resilient child of God, creative tinker of paper, ink, wood, shiny things, paint and words. The human amusement of a parrot and a dog.
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