verses read: Psalm 46
What a beautiful Psalm to read at a time like this. A calm inducing Psalm, even though war and destruction seems to be around the corner. Tried out the techniques I learnt at the TPP on the BB guys at
What a beautiful Psalm to read, especially on this day. Twenty fourth of June, two four six, easy to remember, but at times, I rather forget. But the lessons of the last year has proved very invaluable to me. At least, I’ve begun to understand that “God’s Will” isn’t the end of all things.
How many times have I thought that God’s Will will always prevail no matter what, I now know that I am actually very wrong. God’s Will is good and pleasing, but yet, God’s Will is no match to man’s free will. We have been given freedom, and because of that, we can and many times choose to defy God. And I guess, no one has really told me what to do after that when that happens. But at least, now I know that there is something else more magnificent than God’s Will.
The past year has been filled with the highest of high, to the deepest of ocean valleys for me. Perhaps that was why the very first song I sang when I returned to worship leading this year was indescribable. Perhaps that is why I’ve learnt the hard way that all those books you read about kissing dating goodbye and Choosing God’s Best are pretty one sided.
So what happens when you end up with someone who is not of God’s will, or more likely what happens when you break those rules? At one of the lowest moments last December, God did send someone, someone wise who told me that without commitment in a relationship; God’s Will is pretty useless. And it was only after so many months of prayer that I’ve learnt how to deal with those mistakes.
Beyond God’s Will, there is something called God’s grace. It was so simple, yet it eluded me for so long. For that is the place where salvation had its origin, the very beginning of things.
For paper hearts that were never made
For beautiful plans that were never laid
For best friends that never talk
For a heart, like a rose on a broken stalk
For love in a buried container
For keys lost, I cannot remember
For seeing the Lord close the door
For moving too fast to things in store
For a time to mark one year
For a blessing that once was near
For trying to find my way again
For struggling with the lingering pain
For when I didn’t play the part
For when God said, “Don’t give up!”
For finding of His Will within
For seeing the depth of sin
For the times I defied His Will
For eating it’s bitter pill
I’ve found my way again, by seeing His face
And by beholding the glory of His Grace
The time has finally come, it is upon me. Just slightly over one more day, and I will move on into where the Lord has called. It’s going to be tough, people have been pouring cold water on my head, but I go into this without illusions of grandeur. I’ve slacked too much this year, I’ve given my past teacher too much headache, and so, it’s time to pay my dues. Exciting, yet sobering.
