Monthly Archives: July 2010
Pieces of my world fall down around me–like old ceiling plaster cracking and eventually breaking away. Floating to the floor. Patches, scars, revealed. I feel paralyzed. Alone. Beaten down. Helpless. Hopeless.
Instead of turning toward God, I turn away. I put on my blinders, pick up my tools, and try–desperately–to patch the cracks in my world. I tape. I drywall. I sand. I paint. I try tirelessly to make it look to the world as though the ceiling never cracked, never came down.
But, I am not a skilled artisan or even a handyman. I’m a do-it-yourselfer. My work is slipshod at best. Poor workmanship. Only when I finish–when I have labored endlessly–do I see the imperfections.
God. The creator. The craftsman. The One whose glory the heavens declare. The One “the skies proclaim the work of His hands.” Psalm 19:1. The One who “pitched a tent for the sun.” Psalm 19:4. The Giver. The Forgiver.
He is there. Waiting.
Finally, I turn back. And, He reminds me, like a child: He is there, if I will just seek Him. My Rock and my Redeemer. The One who knows every crack in my ceiling. The One who forgave my faults through Christ. The One whose love is so great that I cannot fathom it. The One who makes me faultless in His sight. Not because I deserve it. But, because God is love and God is the giver of life.
I put down my tools. I fall to my knees. And, I stay there.
1 The heavens declare the glory of God;
the skies proclaim the work of his hands.
2 Day after day they pour forth speech;
night after night they display knowledge.
3 There is no speech or language
where their voice is not heard.
4 Their voice goes out into all the earth,
their words to the ends of the world.
In the heavens he has pitched a tent for the sun,
5 which is like a bridegroom coming forth from his pavilion,
like a champion rejoicing to run his course.
6 It rises at one end of the heavens
and makes its circuit to the other;
nothing is hidden from its heat.
7 The law of the LORD is perfect,
reviving the soul.
The statutes of the LORD are trustworthy,
making wise the simple.
8 The precepts of the LORD are right,
giving joy to the heart.
The commands of the LORD are radiant,
giving light to the eyes.
9 The fear of the LORD is pure,
The ordinances of the LORD are sure
and altogether righteous.
10 They are more precious than gold,
than much pure gold;
they are sweeter than honey,
than honey from the comb.
11 By them is your servant warned;
in keeping them there is great reward.
12 Who can discern his errors?
Forgive my hidden faults.
13 Keep your servant also from willful sins;
may they not rule over me.
Then will I be blameless,
innocent of great transgression.
14 May the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart
be pleasing in your sight,
O LORD, my Rock and my Redeemer.