Sometimes, my work takes me to rural towns across Oklahoma. I love being on the road, traveling down the old state highways, thinking about how people in wide-open spaces live. I breathe better in these parts, even if I white knuckle it across narrow, two-lane bridges.
Yesterday, I passed farms surrounded by canola fields. A sea of leggy green stalks with full yellow blossoms bending gently in the wind.
Bend me toward you, God. I give thanks for Your humble and gentle heart.
On this particular morning, I was thinking about how most of us are always looking for allies. People to defend us when we are under attack. We seek earthly shields and ramparts to protect us from the mortar rounds of life. But…
There is a river whose streams make glad the city of God.
In Psalm 54:4, we’re told that God is our helper and ally. Chapter 45 says this:
God is our refuge and strength, A very present help in trouble. Therefore we will not fear, though the earth should change and though the mountains slip into the heart of the sea; Though its waters roar and foam, though the mountains quake at its swelling pride. There is a river whose streams make glad the city of God. The holy dwelling places of the Most High. God is in the midst of her, she will not be moved; God will help her when morning dawns.”
As morning dawns on Good Friday, I rest in the knowledge that God is our ally and we don’t need to seek another. He is the River that will make glad the streams of our lives.