Here’s a psalm fit for impatient types like me. Hardly a procrastinator, I dislike putting things off. I’m a planner. A list maker. That’s why I’m drawn this psalm’s cry for help. As if telling God to move it! Psalm 70:1–‘Make haste, O God, to deliver me! O Lord, make haste to help me!’ See what I mean? And this from the last verse–‘O Lord, do not delay!’ (Ps. 70:5).
The Bible teaches that God’s ways are His alone, and that He rarely reveals any details to us. Only that we need to trust Him. But here’s the rub. We know that life can be rather nasty. No guarantees that all will be days of wine and roses. Not at all. Life often is a mish-mash of the helpful and the hurtful. Trust Him?
As much as I don’t like admitting it, troubles do benefit me long-term. The older I get, the clearer that becomes, though not an open-and-shut case. So I shy away, getting antsy not knowing what’s coming…or going. As if God has it in for me and not necessarily in a good way.
But that’s not this psalm’s mind-set. Not at all–“May all who seek you rejoice and be glad in you! May those who love your salvation say evermore, ‘God is great!'” (Ps. 70:4). In his impatience, David knows that seeking God is joyous. Our Lord is dependable and loving. Our promise-keeper through and through.
With that in mind, we can bear almost anything. Give it a try? What’s to lose? I read about a man, climbing down into a darkened well, tightly holding onto a rope. Soon his strength gives out. Not knowing how far he’ll plummet to reach rock bottom, he fears death calling out to him. His muscles fail. He lets go, cascading and tumbling down all of three inches to the solid bottom. Three inches.
The Lord wants me to let go more often to find His bedrock that’s usually less than a stone’s throw away. You’re invited, too. Ready? Get set…
Thank you, Lord, for being our safe landing place. In Jesus’ name. Amen.