Spiritual

I Am A Watchman

Psalm 130:1&2
Out of the depths I cry to you, LORD;
Lord, hear my voice. 
Let your ears be attentive
to my cry for mercy.

Just when one thinks the season of waiting and mourning is over, another season starts.  Isn’t that just what it is like living on this earth that is not our home?
There is much pain.
You all know I deal with pain by writing.  I write and as I do I discover hope and truth promised.  My writings often are as the Psalm above says; my crying out to our Lord from the depths.  
There are times when I cannot write of pain and share publicly, and this is one of those times.  To respect the privacy of those I love, I cannot be specific in voicing pain.  
But for all of you who are feeling the acute pain of life right now, I so long to reach out, hold your hand, and tell you that you are not alone. We are not alone.  We have hope.
Let us cry out together.
Oh God, hear our voices.  Turn your face toward us and hear our prayers.  Attend to our wounds and hear our cry for mercy.  Heal us.
By His stripes we are healed.  
In the middle of this lent season I am being reminded so very clearly of those said stripes.  I cannot get the image of our Lord’s sweet skin being lashed and bleeding for me out of my head.  He knows what it is to be wounded.  He knows pain. He knows fear.  
He became God-man to not just to save us, but to show us that He knows.  He has felt the sting of hurtful words.  He knows fatigue. He suffered. He bled.  
There is another knowing.  
I think of our God, our three-in-one, Father, Spirit, Son.
The Father knows what it feels like to watch His child suffer.  To see His child bleed.  He knows.  
This God-Head also knows what it is to watch His children choose that which is not healing or good.  Every time we choose what will bring us pain, it brings our Father pain. For those of you who felt a tinge of guilt reading that, as I did writing it, we must remember this is not a “disappointed in you” pain.  He is not that way.  True love goes so much deeper, and does not have a hint of selfishness.  It sees the beauty.  He sees us as so beautiful, washed whiter than snow by His blood– radiant.  His pain comes when the Father sees that which we don’t, and longs for us to see it too.
Oh God, show us the way. May we see what you see.  Heal us.
Psalm 130: 5&6
I wait for the LORD, my whole being waits,
and in his word I put my hope.
I wait for the LORD 
more than watchmen wait for the morning,
more than watchmen wait for the morning.

In this above said pain, I am a watchman.  Yes, my whole being waits, alert & intuitive.

Watchful.
Watching.
Waiting.
Seeing beauty.
Seeing pain.
Crying out to the Lord.
Hopeful.
Hoping.

Oh God, may we put our hope in you!  May we love as you do, a true, deep, all-enveloping love. Be with us as we wait.  Keep us hopeful.  Come quickly, Lord.  Take our mourning, and bring us morning.

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Every Friday during this lent season, I am excited to be linking up with She Reads Truth.  Each Friday we will explore a passage of Scripture together.  Today’s Scripture passage was Psalm 130.  I hope you will find some encouragement in our next few Friday’s together!

My little sister Laurie at Beauty Divine is also participating.  She may be my little and younger sister, but she is so very wise.  Make sure you visit her post to read her thoughts on Psalm 130.

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  • Andrea
    March 9, 2014 at 6:49 pm

    I needed this today. Thank you. I hope your pain brings peace and growth.

  • Savannah FitzGerald
    March 7, 2014 at 8:06 pm

    Thank you for reaching me right where I’m at. I truly appreciate your words and your heart. And thank you for acknowledging my cry and giving us all a beautiful and personal outlook on this text and Our King. What a beautiful and glorious Savior of ours. I would give you the biggest and warmest hug if I could! Oh sweet soul, may He bless you. Looking forward to the Fridays to come. You’ll be in my intentions!
    – with Love, Savannah Rose

  • Elizabeth Dianne
    March 7, 2014 at 6:27 pm

    Dear, dear Amy–this is so poignant, yet so so beautiful–it ministered to me–thank you so very much–

    Praying for you and yours. Thank you so much for your kind words on my blog.

    Much love from a SheReadsTruth sister in Arkansas.

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