On Finding the Right Words: “May my speech distill as the dew”

Photo: morning dew on a web

“Give ear, O heavens, and I will speak,
    and let the earth hear the words of my mouth.
 May my teaching drop as the rain,
    my speech distill as the dew,
like gentle rain upon the tender grass,
    and like showers upon the herb.
 For I will proclaim the name of the Lord;
    ascribe greatness to our God!”

  “The Rock, his work is perfect,
    for all his ways are justice.
A God of faithfulness and without iniquity,
    just and upright is he.”

(From the song Moses sang to his people before he died, warning them not  to forsake God. Deut. 32)

The Defender

Phto: Turtle Mountain, east of Frank Slide

I love you, God— you make me strong.
God is bedrock under my feet,
the castle in which I live,
my rescuing knight.
My God—the high crag
where I run for dear life,
hiding behind the boulders,
safe in the granite hideout.

I sing to God, the Praise-Lofty,
and find myself safe and saved.

The hangman’s noose was tight at my throat;
devil waters rushed over me.
Hell’s ropes cinched me tight;
death traps barred every exit.

A hostile world! I call to God,
I cry to God to help me.
From his palace he hears my call;
my cry brings me right into his presence—
a private audience!

Earth wobbles and lurches;
huge mountains shake like leaves,
Quake like aspen leaves
because of his rage.
His nostrils flare, bellowing smoke;
his mouth spits fire.
Tongues of fire dart in and out;
he lowers the sky.
He steps down;
under his feet an abyss opens up.
He’s riding a winged creature,
swift on wind-wings.
Now he’s wrapped himself
in a trenchcoat of black-cloud darkness.
But his cloud-brightness bursts through,
spraying hailstones and fireballs.
Then God thundered out of heaven;
the High God gave a great shout,
spraying hailstones and fireballs.
God shoots his arrows—pandemonium!
He hurls his lightnings—a rout!
The secret sources of ocean are exposed,
the hidden depths of earth lie uncovered
The moment you roar in protest,
let loose your hurricane anger.

But me he caught—reached all the way
from sky to sea; he pulled me out
Of that ocean of hate, that enemy chaos,
the void in which I was drowning.
They hit me when I was down,
but God stuck by me.
He stood me up on a wide-open field;
I stood there saved—surprised to be loved!

God made my life complete
when I placed all the pieces before him.
When I got my act together,
he gave me a fresh start.
Now I’m alert to God’s ways;
I don’t take God for granted.
Every day I review the ways he works;
I try not to miss a trick.
I feel put back together,
and I’m watching my step.
God rewrote the text of my life
when I opened the book of my heart to his eyes.”

(Psalm 18:1-24 The Message paraphrase)

Detour

Photo: On the Burmis Road

“For I know the plans I have for you,” says the Lord. “They are plans for good and not for disaster, to give you a future and a hope. In those days when you pray, I will listen. If you look for me wholeheartedly, you will find me. I will be found by you,” says the Lord.

(Jeremiah 29:12-14)

I took a detour yesterday, not that I had to.  I didn’t need to be at my destination for several hours and there was a road I had never been down that beckoned. The views were fantastic. I’m so glad I took the time to explore.

Not all detours are voluntary. I’m learning now, when the Lord sends me on a detour in life, to pay attention. What is it you want to show me about yourself, Lord? What other facet of yourself and your plans are to be discovered on this road?

I once had a counselor who was very helpful. At first, it seemed to me, he sat there doing a great bump on a log imitation, waiting for me to talk. I was so accustomed to having people in my life tell me what to think and what to do that this change was extremely frustrating. Then it dawned on me that a person didn’t get to a position like his (as head of psychiatry), by being inefficient with time. I chose to trust him and his method. For me it worked very well and I was blessed by having a person in my life who really listened and taught me how to listen. I thank God for that man and that whole detour that seemed to take far longer than I thought it should.

God knows how fleeting our days are. He is not inefficient with time. He sees the big picture and knows who we will become many miles in the future. He has a plan. He listens and teaches us to listen as we spend many hours with him.

I choose to trust him.

Ready?

Photo: Canada geese heading south, already

This photo was taken from exactly the same spot as the dock photo I posted yesterday. I looked up and there were several flocks in the sky, all headed south.

“But it’s still only August!” I yelled.

They just honked and kept flying southerly, southerly.

“Come back!  I’m not finished with this season yet! Come back! Do you hear me?”

“I’m not ready for change!”

Sigh.

I seldom am.

Dock

Photo: swimming dock

You will guard him and keep him in perfect and constant peace whose mind [both its inclination and its character] is stayed on You, because he commits himself to You, leans on You, and hopes confidently in You.

(Isaiah 26:3 Amplified)

Promises

Photo:Mt. Fisher from Bethesda Pool

“God is not a man, that He should lie,
Nor a son of man, that He should repent.
Has He said, and will He not do?
Or has He spoken, and will He not make it good?
 Behold, I have received a command to bless;
He has blessed, and I cannot reverse it.”

(Numbers 23:19, 20)

Bluer than Blue

Kootenay Lake

Bluer than Blue

The artist leading the workshop in the desert city looked at my paintings and asked, perhaps facetiously, “You use a lot of blue. Are you depressed?”

I looked around at the other participants’ work mostly done in earth tones –beiges, browns, greys –with occasional splashes of red and yellow. Desert colours.

“No,” I said, “Not anymore. I just come from a place that is mostly blue.”

When I arrived home in the Rocky Mountains of Canada a few months later, deep lavender blue skies, shifting azure-blue lakes, paler and paler layers of blue mountains and sparkling blue snow shadows seemed even bluer than the paintings.

Bluer than blue.

I come from a place that is mostly blue.

To some blue communicates serenity. To some blue communicates depression. I come from a place that was mostly depression.

A while ago I was told in a dream, “Look to the area of your greatest failure, for therein lies your greatest success.”

There was that night.

That night I bowed on a stage before a large audience jumping up to shout “Brava” and throw flowers. Most of them didn’t know that underneath a gorgeous costume I was balancing on one leg the whole time. I had broken the other one only a few days before.

Then there was that night.

That night, I cowered in a locked ward where a silhouetted person behind a flashlight peered in my room every fifteen minutes to make sure I was still alive.

That night on the stage, the night of  “my greatest success,” was actually my greatest failure. That was the night when I identified myself as a strong-willed, disciplined overcomer. That’s when I was foolish enough to think that if I just worked hard enough I could earn love, respect, and adulation.

The night on the ward, the night of  “my greatest failure,” was actually the night of my greatest success. That was the night when I admitted it took more courage to live than to die. I was fresh out of courage. That was the night when my tank hit empty, when I had no will power, no self-discipline, no hope. That was the night when grace pulled me deep down into those depths of blue and began to show me that freedom means nothing left to lose. Freedom means letting go of self-sufficiency, self-righteousness, and self-promotion. That was the night when Jesus Christ took me by the hand and lifted me up toward the light. Drowning in emptiness and being lifted up to a new life of hope was a kind of baptism.

It took a while to get on my feet. I had a lot of forgiving to do. Forgiving myself was the hardest test of wrestling pride, reputation, and the albatross of potential to the ground. I still have to remember to punch it in the beak regularly.

Blue means freedom, revelation, and serenity now. I understand better what Paul meant when he wrote:

Yet every advantage that I had gained I considered lost for Christ’s sake. Yes, and I look upon everything as loss compared with the overwhelming gain of knowing Jesus Christ my Lord. For his sake I did in actual fact suffer the loss of everything, but I considered it useless rubbish compared with being able to win Christ. For now my place is in him, and I am not dependent upon any of the self-achieved righteousness of the Law. God has given me that genuine righteousness which comes from faith in Christ. How changed are my ambitions! Now I long to know Christ and the power shown by his resurrection: now I long to share his sufferings, even to die as he died, so that I may perhaps attain as he did, the resurrection from the dead.

Yet, my brothers, I do not consider myself to have “arrived”, spiritually, nor do I consider myself already perfect. But I keep going on, grasping ever more firmly that purpose for which Christ grasped me. My brothers, I do not consider myself to have fully grasped it even now. But I do concentrate on this: I leave the past behind and with hands outstretched to whatever lies ahead I go straight for the goal—my reward the honour of being called by God in Christ.

(Philippians 3)

Only Someone who knows the plans He has for us has the courage it takes to show us how to die so that we might live.

Knowing what to leave out

Photo: Tam O’ Shanter Creek

So much of art, music, and poetry

is learning to leave spaces,

observe rests,

and reserve words.

So much of maturity

is learning to leave spaces,

observe rests,

and reserve words.

So much of faith is learning

abundance is

not needing to eat the whole feast

today.

In the Kingdom of God

there is time

to savour his goodness.

His loving kindness endures forever.