Monday, February 20, 2012

Out of the dust

Maybe you can't tell from my recent posts, dear reader, but God has been doing many deep things in my heart lately. It's as though, stripped of the things that I used to believe in, I've found our relationship is suddenly raw and very real. Although that is difficult in some ways, in the realness, I've found a new deeper, more sincere trust in Him and in His ways.

This weekend He was ministering to me through the words of this song, 
You make beautiful things out of the dust,
You make beautiful things out of us.
As I listened, it was as though He took me on this journey through my mind. Like a movie playing in my head, I saw Him picking up dust and spitting on it before placing it on the eyes of the blind man as he was healed. I pictured Him writing in the dust with His finger as He stood up on behalf of the adulterous woman. I saw Him breathing life into the dust of the dry bones that Elijah prophesied to. I saw Him speaking Adam into being from the dust of the new earth. And suddenly, I saw the dust of my life's situations dancing before Him. And like a conductor before an orchestra I caught a little glimpse of Him, with a smile on His face and a twinkle in His eye, swinging His arms in the swirl of dust as He began to make something beautiful out of it all. And it was as though this was His plan all along!

So if today you feel as though your life is little more than a pile of ashes or dust, dear reader, look with expectancy to the eyes of the Master. He is doing something! Where you see only dust, He already sees something beautiful.
Psalm 30 
I will extol You, O Lord, for You have lifted me up,
And have not let my foes rejoice over me.
O Lord my God, I cried out to You, And You healed me.
O Lord, You brought my soul up from the grave;
You have kept me alive, that I should not go down to the pit. 
Sing praise to the Lord, you saints of His,
And give thanks at the remembrance of His holy name.
For His anger is but for a moment,
His favor is for life;
Weeping may endure for a night,
But joy comes in the morning. 
Now in my prosperity I said,
“I shall never be moved.”
Lord, by Your favor You have made my mountain stand strong;
You hid Your face, and I was troubled.
I cried out to You, O Lord;
And to the Lord I made supplication:
“What profit is there in my blood,
When I go down to the pit?
Will the dust praise You?
Will it declare Your truth?
Hear, O Lord, and have mercy on me;
Lord, be my helper!” 
You have turned for me my mourning into dancing;
You have put off my sackcloth and clothed me with gladness,
To the end that my glory may sing praise to You and not be silent. 
O Lord my God, I will give thanks to You forever.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Joy comes in the morning! Hope every morning is a joyful morning for you!

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