We’re headed to the Rockies, and the best vacation spot in the world for a whole lovely month. We are looking forward to long walks, much reading and most of all quiet. The kind of quiet that sinks way down deep into your bones and restores health and peace. There is nothing like the mountains for quiet. I love how God gives His children such beauty, making holy use of it to refresh and strengthen. That is what we’re praying and hoping for.
Meanwhile, the prevailing thought in my mind recently is that God is a sustaining God. I remember an email that a friend sent, shortly after we lost Ebenezer and Hannah. She had been through a similar tragedy, several years previous, and wrote to express sympathy and grief. The thing that has come back to me over and over, especially recently, is her comment that God would sustain me. She was quoting from Psalm 55: “Cast your burden on the Lord, and he will sustain you; he will never permit the righteous to be moved.”
At the time it didn’t seem particularly amazing. I knew in my mind that it was true. But I was only entering my new world of darkness and I knew very little about it. Now, three months later, further along this lonely and difficult road, I know for certain that God is sustaining me. I know that it is His power and His strength keeping my faith firm and my spirit from sinking. He is a sustaining God. He sends trials and pain, but He gives the strength to bear them. He bears me in His powerful arms as I struggle under this strange and new burden.
C. S. Lewis says that it is one thing to call a rope strong when it is used to tie up a box. It is something else entirely when that rope is the only thing keeping you from falling to your death. I am testing the strength of that rope. And it is holding strong. I will not fall.
“The eternal God is your dwelling place, and underneath are the everlasting arms.” (Deuteronomy 33: 27)