The birthday boy?
The reason weary, wisemen wandered?
The reason we all gathered?
The reason we all laughed?
The reason we all baked and ate and wrapped and gave?
Dear God, I am so blind.
And the gratitude journal my family started is buried under fifteen unread copies of Time magazine.
And Ann’s amazing, but I am ordinary.
Ordinary and extraordinarily busy.
Still, His words wiggle and worm their way into my spirit.
Blessed are those who have learned to acclaim you,
who walk in the light of your presence, Lord. (Psalm 89:15, NIV)
And can I learn it?
Learn to acclaim Him?
They walk, O Lord, in the light of Your countenance. (Psalm 89:15, NKJV)
When He provided not only what we needed, but a few of our wants too?
When He gave us the theme for a camp we were overwhelmed to consider leading?
When He healed the infection that threatened to claim my life after a botched surgery?
When He healed the marriage that was statistically doomed?
But then, what are statistics to a good, great, giant of a God?
How blessed are the people who worship you!
O Lord, they experience Your favor. (Psalm 89:15, NET)
They are shouts of joy.
They are a writer’s way or waving a flag each moment they catch a glimpse of His continual presence in a world that insists on distracting us from every holy moment.
And they are these souls—the seekers of the Sacred—that experience HIS favor.
His favor isn’t just bestowed on a few fortunate ones.
And somehow, isn’t this a game changer?
Because sometimes someone is brave enough to be honest with you, and when they are, they’ll admit they’re disappointed with life. Disappointed with God. Feel like he doesn’t have their back.
This song says it too . . . maybe better than I can write it.