You will not be afraid of the terror by night, or of the arrow that flies by day; of the pestilence that stalks in darkness, or of the destruction that lays waste at noon. Psalm 91:5, 6
I scoured the list of verses on fear today, for a very needful, personal touch. Because, in all actuality, I write for me. And if anyone else benefits by it, then God truly receives the glory, and the fruit is His.
My fear-battle this week: What began in our little house as a roof repair, is quickly morphing into a “project.” A project with lots of hidden, unforeseen costs and damages lying, literally, within the walls of our house. Talk about “destruction that lays waste at noon!” And the further we get into it, the more we find! So, as I stared blankly at my Bible and my computer, the Lord spoke through my husband. He said, ‘I’ve had this song on my heart all morning, and I think the Lord wants to remind us of something.’ The song:
This is My Father’s World
He elaborated. This world is His, we are merely pilgrims. Therefore, this humble house that we call home is His, not ours. Even with all its damage and flaws. And more importantly, we are His, with all our imperfections, weaknesses, and hidden flaws. Everything is His.
So, now I’m encouraged! I want to write so much about this. About the Lord building the house. About Nehemiah and the Lord’s faithfulness and protection as the walls of Jerusalem were restored. About Him working in our spiritual “houses” both to will and do of His good pleasure. And about our life, a building, a work in progress by the Lord. But as this Fearless Friday comes to a close, I’m just going to share the words of the song that the Lord gave my husband–to encourage myself, and perhaps, you.
This is My Father’s World
This is my Father’s world,
and to my listening ears
all nature sings, and round me rings
the music of the spheres.
This is my Father’s world:
I rest me in the thought
of rocks and trees, of skies and seas;
his hand the wonders wrought.This is my Father’s world,
the birds their carols raise,
the morning light, the lily white,
declare their maker’s praise.
This is my Father’s world:
he shines in all that’s fair;
in the rustling grass I hear him pass;
he speaks to me everywhere.This is my Father’s world.
O let me ne’er forget
that though the wrong seems oft so strong,
God is the ruler yet.
This is my Father’s world:
why should my heart be sad?
The Lord is King; let the heavens ring!
God reigns; let the earth be glad!
Because he has loved Me, therefore I will deliver him. I will set him securely on high, because he has known My name. He will call upon Me, and I will answer him. I will be with him in trouble; I will rescue him and honor him. With a long life I will satisfy him, and let him see My salvation. Psalm 91: 14-16
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Dear Lord, We surrender our ‘houses’ to you–our bodies, our dwellings, and, most importantly, our very lives. Take our burdens and fears. You can handle it. You own the cattle. You hold all things together. This is your world. It’s not perfect. But You are. And let us look with great hope to the day when we will dwell with You forever, in the perfect house You’ve prepared just for us. Because of Jesus, Amen!
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A beautiful rendition of this song by 2nd Chapter of Acts, from their Hymns II CD, is uploaded in the Music Box! Enjoy!
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