(There is a loss that feels much like defeat: The loss of control over what we had deemed our own, the relinquishment of the throne and reign over our own lives. Neither submission, nor obedience are easy words on this vocabulary. Yet wise friends have whispered, “This loss is gain…” And there, may I find Your voice. Until the day, I see it just so…)
“My son, do not despise the Lord’s discipline,
and do not resent his rebuke,
because the Lord disciplines those he loves,
as a father the son he delights in.
Blessed are those who find wisdom,
those who gain understanding,
for she is more profitable than silver
and yields better returns than gold.
By wisdom the Lord laid the earth’s foundations,
by understanding he set the heavens in place;
by his knowledge the watery depths were divided,
and the clouds let drop the dew.
My son, do not let wisdom and understanding out of your sight,
preserve sound judgment and discretion;
they will be life for you,
an ornament to grace your neck.
Then you will go on your way in safety,
and your foot will not stumble.
When you lie down, you will not be afraid;
when you lie down, your sleep will be sweet.”
(Proverbs 3: 11-14, 19-24)
Still my soul be still
Do not be moved
By lesser lights and fleeting shadows
Hold onto His ways
(What can I say? I still don’t understand it.
But it is so.
Give me faith to obey in the face of unchanging circumstance.
Melt the ice of this wild soul.)