I was briefly meditating on Psalm 121 this afternoon after stretching myself a little too far mentally and emotionally. I don’t know about you, but sometimes when things feel a little (or a lot) out of my control, I do one of two things—I either lash out or withdraw. Today I started to do a little of both. I would begin to lash out and then I would catch myself. That’s wrong. Then I started to hold my feelings in and withdraw emotionally, but that didn’t feel right either. I was having an enormous battle of logic silently in my mind, rationalizing both responses, but not landing firmly on either.
Later, I talked through my thoughts with Chris—I wasn’t crazy. Then a friend called and I walked through it again with her—I wasn’t crazy. But then the Holy Spirit called. Guess what? I still wasn’t crazy. When things felt out of control it’s because they were out of my control, but they weren’t out of His control. I just needed some help.
Some days it’s difficult to remember that God is truly in control. No moment goes unnoticed by God. Then I remembered Psalm 121:1-2, which says, “I lift my eyes up to the hills. From where does my help come? My help comes from the Lord, who made heaven and earth.” Friend, the maker of heaven and earth helps us. He helps me. And he has helped me many, many, many times.
I’m reminded of the story in the Old Testament (Joshua 4) where the Israelites cross over the Jordan and enter into the promised land. A place promised to them generations earlier. A place they have waited to see for years. After God brings them into the land, God instructs them to erect rocks of remembrance so that whenever they saw the stones, they would remember all that God had done in that place.
We are sheltering in place. It’s hard and many things are out of our control. Freedom from SIP feels far away. But God is our help—we only need to lift our eyes to the hills. There is so much I want to forget about this season, but I don’t want to forget the ways God has helped me through this time. I need an Ebenezer—a rock of remembrance—to remind me where my help comes from. Maybe it’ll be a sticky note in places I frequent. Perhaps it’ll be an alarm on my phone. Or maybe I’ll find a small stone and set it next to my bed as a way to remember all God has done. Whatever I choose, whatever you choose, let’s remember all that God has done. Let’s trust that God will bring us through. Let’s remember where our help comes from. #remember #hopewriterlife #writingchallenge