Thursday, April 16, 2009

Seasons


The sunshine came out yesterday.
This morning the birds are singing before dawn.
I think Spring has come to the Northwest.
Our winter was long, and cold, and dreary. Snow several times. Cold (for us) even in April. Lots of rain for a long time.

But life has seasons.
For a long time I was in a very good season. This time is a hard and bitter one for me. But it will pass, and better times will come again.

David in the Bible had seasons too. Right now he is running for his life. There are plots to kill him all around. Many folks are deceptively nice, but intend to betray him and hand him over to the out-of-control king. Fortunately for us, he liked to journal. Listen...

1 -2 God! God! I am running to you for dear life; the chase is wild.
If they catch me, I'm finished:
ripped to shreds by foes fierce as lions,
dragged into the forest and left
unlooked for, unremembered. (Psalm 7)

Be kind to me, God—
I'm in deep, deep trouble again.
I've cried my eyes out;
I feel hollow inside.
My life leaks away, groan by groan;
my years fade out in sighs.
My troubles have worn me out,
turned my bones to powder.
To my enemies I'm a monster;
I'm ridiculed by the neighbors.
My friends are horrified;
they cross the street to avoid me.
They want to blot me from memory,
forget me like a corpse in a grave,
discard me like a broken dish in the trash.
The street-talk gossip has me
"criminally insane"!
Behind locked doors they plot
how to ruin me for good." (Psalm 31)


A David Prayer—When He Was in the Cave
1 -2 I cry out loudly to God, loudly I plead with God for mercy.
I spill out all my complaints before him,
and spell out my troubles in detail:
3 -7 "As I sink in despair, my spirit ebbing away,
you know how I'm feeling,
Know the danger I'm in,
the traps hidden in my path.
Look right, look left—
there's not a soul who cares what happens!
I'm up against it, with no exit—
bereft, left alone.
I cry out, God, call out:
'You're my last chance, my only hope for life!'
Oh listen, please listen;
I've never been this low.
Rescue me from those who are hunting me down;
I'm no match for them." (Psalm 142)

Most of his writings (probably after a pause) end with praise to God.
10 -11 I'm proud to praise God,
proud to praise God.
Fearless now, I trust in God;
what can mere mortals do to me?
12 -13 God, you did everything you promised,
and I'm thanking you with all my heart.
You pulled me from the brink of death,
my feet from the cliff-edge of doom.
Now I stroll at leisure with God
in the sunlit fields of life. (Psalm 56)

Some seasons are great. Some seasons suck.
All seasons pass.
God's love and goodness are the only constants...

2 comments:

Nial and Elle said...

Its really interesting to see how David does do that. Lets his emotions out in writing then releases that to God, praising him. Its beautiful really and a good example to us, not to get carried away. (Not that David always did that...)

His Daughter said...

gosh, i just love your posts. this one really inspired me. im going through a rough season myself. God bless you and your family