Trusting is Resting…

It has been a while since the last time I spent meditating in the Word…I am not talking about studying. I am talking about when I have just spent time chewing on a verse or concept that I have found in the Word. For the last few weeks I have been having trouble making time to spend quietly before the Lord. Last week I started preparing a devotion to bring yesterday’s staff meeting. I started meditating on Psalm 91. And it happened again…God refreshed my spirit and I got a new insight into the sovereignty of God.

When I became a Christian over 40 years ago I was discipled by some Navigators. I was taught to read the Scriptures consistently so I could grow. Being an voracious reader, this was easy for me. However, a few months into reading I suddenly realized that if I kept up this pace of reading I would be through the Book before the year was out and then what? There would be no more to read…and the logical conclusion was that I would stop growing. How ignorant I was of the inspiration of the Holy Spirit. Forty years later I am still reading and learning and finding new things about the character and power of this God that I worship.

Two powerful thoughts came to me as I pondered the thoughts of the writer. I was struck with the wording of vs. 4 [personalized]: “He will cover me with his feathers, and under His wings I will find refuge…” I can not tell you how many times that I have read those words and have found it sort of silly…maybe good poetry but certainly not relevant to me. Oh yes, I have heard sermons and read commentaries on this is reflecting the comfort of God. And that is all well and good but for me it just did not seem very comforting…I would not be wanting to find refuge behind some flimsy feathers.

As I thought about the imagery I was drawn back to my childhood. I use to love to sit and observe nature. I was a student of Native American Indian lore and tried to master the art of stalking game…learning to move silently through the forest without making a sound. I remembered that often I would see young birds called by the mother when she sensed danger to hide under her wings…and as soon as they were covered they became silent. Foxes and other animals when sensing danger would call their young back to the nest or den and the young would instinctively know to be silent. I remembered Psalm 46:10 that says: “Be still and know that I am God.” Maybe one of the hardest things for me to do is to sit still…just like the past month. I would remember that I needed to be refreshed by the Lord but would hurry off because something pressing needed to be done. “Be still and know that I am God” is not for the faint hearted. It takes an act of the will…a concrete decision. Unlike the animal kingdom, I have a free will and can make choices when danger is around. Sometimes those choices are harmful to me.

OK Lord…I get the message. I need to make a choice to be quiet and allow my soul to worship You. But what about the feathers? Then it occurred to me that a feather in God’s hand was far more mighty than the greatest weapon ever devised by man or demon. I remembered Jesus’ discussion with the ‘religious right’ of His day. He told them that “If it is by the finger of God that I cast out demons…” God does not have to use anything more than His finger to remove evil. Suddenly the feathers were not the issue. The issue is my concept of God. How much to I trust Him? If I trust Him…if I recognize Him as being the Sovereign One…then that feather in His hand is mightier then the greatest enemy!

So what is the point? Simply this…I learned through taking time to meditate [challenge the status quo of my thinking]…Do not let the busyness of living cause me to be robbed of God’s desire to reveal more of Himself to me.