psalm 62.

Wednesday, November 4, 2015

There are times when God whispers. That still small voice that reminds us of his word. Directs us back to a relationship with him or giving us a reminder to simply listen and be present. It is such a beautiful and precious moment that has the opportunity to awaken the heart and soul.

Psalm 62 was not one of those still, calm moments.
It had exclamation points.
Shouting.
Begging to be obeyed immediately.
Without question.
In one of the greatest ways ever.
He used people to show me.

Psalm 62:1-2; 5-7

For God alone my soul waits in silence;
from him comes my salvation.
He alone is my rock and my salvation,
my fortress; I shall not be greatly shaken.

For God alone, O my soul, wait in silence,
for my hope is from him.
He only is my rock and my salvation,
my fortress; I shall not be shaken.
On God rests my salvation and my glory; 
my might rock, my refuge.



On September 29th, 2013, I was prayed over during one of the darkest times of my life. The hardest time. The loneliest time. The most exhausting time. I truly did not think I was going to survive. Todd put me on a plane to Oregon. It marked the beginning of a two year journey towards clinging to Jesus. My ROCK and my SALVATION. A journey that began with a beautiful time of prayer.

Beautiful words from Jesus during a time of listening prayer; precious words given to precious women & then passed into my hurting heart. The paper that holds all of the words spoken hangs above my desk & will forever be treasured.

The word picture that would define the next 2 years was of me being in the middle of the ocean, being overwhelmed by the wind and the waves. Not completely drowning, but not really surviving either. The image was so distinct to me. I saw myself. Being hit repeatedly. Relentlessly. A few weeks ago God directed me to Psalm 62 by a dear friend. She was so passionate about clinging to the rock. Immediately I was brought back to myself struggling in the ocean. Being tossed and hit by the waves and the wind. The difference was this time I was clinging to a rock. I had finally reached my rock. I have figured out how to cling to Jesus amidst the repeated, relentless beating I felt I was taking. Now I was surviving. I am surviving. The exclamation points came when two other friends came to me the very next day and shared how God spoke to them through Psalm 62 at church. Laughing, I thanked Jesus for driving such a beautiful word picture deep into my heart so that I can treasure it and ultimately share it with others.

We have an opportunity in our heartaches and struggles. Everything is an opportunity. Every opportunity is different, but there is a choice nonetheless. We can give up, or we can fight. We can drown, or we can cling to the rock. Often all we can do is keep our head above water, trust me I know, I have done this for a VERY long time. Keeping out head above water is fighting. It's not thriving, but it is all we can do sometimes... as long as we are fighting to cling to the rock. Even if when we get there, we are still getting hit with the relentless waves.

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