Every year seems long to me. Yet every year has its joys. Every year has its difficulties. One week from today, God willing (and the creek don’t rise) I will have lived 50 years. I am writing about it today because I’ve made the decision not to write next Friday, and the Psalm designated for today’s readings, as I approach a half-century of living, has encouraged me to reflect on my own joys and difficulties. I don’t make it a habit to be so introspective at this time (I generally leave that for New Year’s Eve), as I much prefer to simply enjoy a birthday so close to Christmas, mixed with rest and festivities. I believe Psalm 40, a thanksgiving for deliverance and prayer for help is a perfect example of Alpha and Omega. Years (in terms of the physical) have a tendency to flip-flop and sometimes they start out very good and end very badly. Other years begin very badly and end very well. Either way, no one can argue God’s faithfulness through it all. I have come to more fully recognize my own way of thinking on the matter in that there is no specific place (physically) that I need (as oppose to want) to be because God is everywhere. Any road I travel will be filled with joy and pain (prayerfully more joy than pain). My goal is to reach beyond that physical (Philippians 3: 12-16), and then put it into practice, and not simply to merely understand that it exists. Who am I but a vehicle for God’s Word, a vessel for His Spirit. In spite of myself, God chose me any way, knowing my weaknesses. He knew that through Him, I am capable of surviving them all. God knew that my day would come when I learned the true meaning of freedom, power and authority. God knew that I would learn to trust in my faith and to have faith in my trust in Him. God knows who I am. We all have that day (as opposed to other days if you know what I mean). Everyday he gives to me, is an opportunity to change my way of thinking. I know for myself that when my own child reaches higher understanding I am so pleased. If I can feel this way for my own child, how much more will God be pleased with me? God willing and the creek don’t rise, 50 doesn’t look so bad. Praise be to God!
Psalm 40:1-3; 16-17 I waited patiently for the Lord; he inclined to me and heard my cry. He drew me up from the desolate pit, out of the miry bog, and set my feet upon a rock, making my steps secure. He put a new song in my mouth, a song of praise to our God. Many will see and fear, and put their trust in the Lord… But may all who seek you rejoice and be glad in you; may those who love your salvation say continually, ‘Great is the Lord!’ As for me, I am poor and needy, but the Lord takes thought for me. You are my help and my deliverer; do not delay, O my God.
Philippians 3:12-16 Not that I have already obtained this or have already reached the goal; but I press on to make it my own, because Christ Jesus has made me his own. Beloved, I do not consider that I have made it my own; but this one thing I do: forgetting what lies behind and straining forward to what lies ahead, I press on toward the goal for the prize of the heavenly call of God in Christ Jesus. Let those of us then who are mature be of the same mind; and if you think differently about anything, this too God will reveal to you. Only let us hold fast to what we have attained.