Friday, November 4, 2011

Jehovah Jirah - The Lord Will Provide

The saints should never be dismayed,
Nor sink in hopeless fear;
For when they least expect his aid,
The Savior will appear.

This Abraham found, he raised the knife,
GOD saw, and said, "Forbear;"
Yon ram shall yield his meaner life,
Behold the victim there.

Once David seemed Saul's certain prey,
But hark! the foe's at hand;
Saul turns his arms another way,
To save th' invaded land.

When Jonah sunk beneath the wave
He thought to rise no more;
But God prepared a fish to save,
And bear him to the shore.

Blest proofs of pow'r and grace divine,
That meet us in his word!
May every deep-felt care of mine
Be trusted with the Lord.

Wait for his seasonable aid,
And though it tarry wait:
The promise may be long-delayed,
But cannot come too late.
I was flipping through my poetry journal Monday night and I stopped at The Wounded Spirit Healed, - love that one. This poem was in front of it and these lines sunk right into my heart knowin' I'd be needin' 'em this week for sure...

Blest proofs of pow'r and grace divine,
Wait for his seasonable aid,
And though it tarry wait:
The promise may be long-delayed,
But cannot come too late
I've just walked through one of those experiences that loom larger in your mind than in reality - God walked me through the tears and the restless nights and I, of course, find He was in the center all the time, just as I hoped.  I wanted not to doubt, to push away tears and sleep soundly, but I struggled.  Now, I  find myself looking back to say, "Why did it take so long to come to a place of rest?" 
I have this friend, she's a bit older than me, but nothing rustles her, she's always at peace, I want to be like that.  I've have grown in this area - I guess God doesn't start where we should be, but where we are and some of us have a lot longer roads than others.  It makes me happy to trust my daughter's road will be shorter than mine - and I can't wait to meet her children, if God so choses to bless her with them, and watch their roads and HIS provision through them.
In some ways, many ways, my daughter has a faith that is more mature, it is so different from where I started.  The place where faith originates matter.  Those in the camp 'man chooses God', have a long hard road, my daughter, by God's grace doesn't know that camp or road. She doesn't think in those catagories. My husband has been faithful to lead us starting with and to God's grace and God at the center of all.  I am thankful for his headship in this household.  I am thankful for the fruit I see in my daughter.  I am thankful that her road will look different than mine.
So, Three cheers to covenantal succession - I'll drink to that! And thank the Lord for HIS sweet provision... the Dos Equis in the back of my frig that's been waiting a celebration will be sitting at our dinner table tonight.

1 comment:

Trisha said...

I'll drink to that, too, Jo!! Love it!

Thank you for this poem. I think it's perfect to have my Littles memorize, too. I'm right there with you in delighting in the knowledge that my children, by God's grace, won't have as long a road to travel as I have. What a beautiful thought it is. They are spending their teen years, my older two, so differently than I did. I should be so much more thankful about that!

Thank you, once again, for the encouragement. I'm praying for you, too, Jo, as you walk in this valley. It seems like so many of us are there right now. May God give us much compassion for one another and continued strength and joy. Love and hugs!!