I wonder if there are days in your life when you feel hemmed in … pressured on all sides … maybe overwhelmed by decisions, demands or expectations.
Prior to taking the above photo, I thought of that while I stared out over the crowded marina. A bit of claustrophobia kicked in, just thinking of being on the deck of one of these boats, of needing to ease out from the wharf and maneuver carefully down a narrow corridor to get beyond the breakwater without disturbing the vessels around me. I’m not a very patient person when that edge of panic starts to close in. I need my space! Now!
A few of my writer friends have mentioned the pressure of deadlines lately, of trying to fit their writing into impossible schedules around unavoidable commitments. I don’t have that kind of problem, but I understand the anxiety and the ‘I need to escape’ feeling it creates.
I had a moment like that yesterday, when faced with a task that unsettled me. Suddenly assorted words from Sunday’s service popped into my mind [placed there, no doubt, by God, although I don’t think I gave Him credit at the time]:
“Be still and know that I am God.”
“My soul finds rest in God.”
“Come to Me.”
In the briefest moment of a fragmented prayer He led me to a quiet place. Then I was able to carry on.
In the car I tuned the radio to a favourite Christian music station, and what was the first thing I heard? This song, new to me until Sunday when it had moved me to tears:
COME TO ME
In the quiet, Lord, I come;
Been invited by Your Son.
In the stillness I can hear
Jesus calling me near.
Come to me all you weary and worn,
Come all you heavy hearted.
My beloved child,
Come away for awhile,
And you shall find rest for your soul.
Those refreshing gentle words
Feel like water for my thirst.
With a whisper in my ear
Jesus bids me draw near.
God’s quite remarkable about things like that. Sometimes He meets needs before I even know I have them. Have you ever had that experience?
“My help and glory are in God
—granite-strength and safe-harbor-God…”
Psalm 62:7 [Msg]
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