Oh how the heart of a mama aches when her babies begin to fly! I know they need to go, I’ve prayed them out the door. With tears I hide behind the frame as it closes. The ache doesn’t seem to end, only dull. They still need to know I’m here–willing and ready to fix that banking need, find missing paperwork, and most of all–pray for them.
The majestic mountain views rising before my older children are literal today, with three in three western states and one an hour away. How proud I am over the work they have set their hands to. In these long months and weeks between, God continues to draw them into the plans and purposes He laid out for them long ago. As their mama, I have so many choices before me–to fear, worry, and think dark thoughts. That’s what my flesh wants to do. It tempts my mind to think about me, my, and mine. But then, I consider God shining through them every day, right where they are. So instead, I choose to redirect my focus upon Him, entrusting God with my feelings and the children He gave to me. As the enemies arrows whiz by them from every direction, I pray, asking God for His hedge of protection to surround them. Then, the waiting. I wait for that hopeful moment we will reunite again. As of this evening, I’m looking at a five, eight, nine, and forty day wait.
My plans while I wait for their return include some reorganizing, writing, and if it ever stops raining–trying my hand at planting a late garden. First however, yesterday I returned to my reading in the book of Amos. Yes, Amos. I thought it time to reacquaint myself with the unworn pages toward the end of the Old Testament as I’ve neglected them for awhile. Once I settled into my office chair and opened my resting eyes, the study Bible instead balanced open to Psalm 64. I didn’t think much about it until it stared back at me, almost reaching. I sipped in the words slow, in light of in light of my mama bear prayers for all of my traveling children, in light of my last blog post, God Still Speaks, and the current culture we find ourselves. If I may, I want to share Psalm 64 with you as you may face mountains of your own. Our hope remains in Him alone…
A psalm of David.
“Hear me, my God, as I voice my complaint;
protect my life from the threat of the enemy.
Hide me from the conspiracy of the wicked,
from the plots of evildoers.
They sharpen their tongues like swords
and aim cruel words like deadly arrows.
They shoot from ambush at the innocent;
they shoot suddenly, without fear.
They encourage each other in evil plans,
they talk about hiding their snares;
they say, “Who will see it?”
They plot injustice and say,
“We have devised a perfect plan!”
Surely the human mind and heart are cunning.
But God will shoot them with his arrows;
they will suddenly be struck down.
He will turn their own tongues against them
and bring them to ruin;
all who see them will shake their heads in scorn.
All people will fear;
they will proclaim the works of God
and ponder what he has done.
The righteous will rejoice in the Lord
and take refuge in him;
all the upright in heart will glory in him!”
How does God speak to you through Psalm 64 today? It reminds us God sees the hearts of all mankind and our actions whether we want Him to or not, doesn’t it? He sees the mountains before us and He’s working. Let’s not forget to encourage each other by proclaiming what we see Him doing, pondering what He’s already done, rejoicing in Him, taking refuge in Him, and glorifying Him!