I am a devoted Taylor Swift fan. I, like millions of girls across the nation, am convinced that she reads my journal. Every single song she sings is like a page ripped out of my life. Some of them get me pumped up and some of them, honestly, make me cry-- but that really needed, cathartic cry. I've even been known to email my mom the lyrics of her songs with the tag line, "She just gets me." Can I get an amen?
Last night I was doing my quiet time, and I was reading in Psalms. I love Psalms because it's so human; in a way, it's almost bipolar. The psalmist zigs and zags from elated to devastated in a matter of chapters, and that is so relatable... that is so my life. Last night I was reading the psalmist's plea that the Lord would hear his cries and anguish. So many times in my life I have shaken tiny fists at God and begged him to hear me, to heal my wasting soul.
**See Job post for thoughts on melodrama
But, be what it may, my problems, to me at least, are heavy and dark, and I am commissioned to put them before the Lord. So when I see someone like David-- a Bible All-Star-- doing the very same, I can't help but think, "He just gets me." Every request, praise, and complaint he makes seems to be like a need torn out of my own heart.
So with this revelation last night, I began to praise God for His totally relatable, applicable, living Word, and I hear myself say-- to the Creator of the Universe, the Almighty, Beginning and End-- "Lord, I just thank You that Your Word is better than a Taylor Swift song." And then I laughed at myself, and I like to think that He did too because I've got to believe that our foolish humanity delights and amuses Him in a "Kids Say the Darndest Things" kind of way.
But seriously-- how great is our God that His Word is as applicable today as it was thousands of years ago, as it will be thousands of years from now?? What a treasure that we are given a living document that is His love letter to us, His guidebook for this treacherous and fabulous journey that we're on.
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