Why so disturbed within me?
Put your hope in God,
for I will yet praise Him,
my Savior and my God.
—Psalm 42:5, 6a; 11; Psalm 43:5
Tuesdays haven't started out the best since we launched our Tuesday evening Community Group, and there's certainly an element of spiritual warfare involved. Today I spent most of the day feeling down about a few things yet nothing in particular. "When the response isn't equal to the stimulus, there must be another stimulus."
Regardless of how I'm doing on Tuesdays, God has been coming through gloriously in Community Group. He shows up and He comes through. I'm amazed at who He brings— in two weeks we've had six new people attend. I'm amazed at how He opens up His Word to us and opens our hearts to Him. All I can do is praise, and that's the very thing I need to do.
Four of seven were barefoot in my apartment this evening. A small thing, perhaps, but it says something larger and more beautiful to me. We are becoming real— to each other, to ourselves, and to Him. We are strugglers— indeed, we have been freed to struggle. In many ways we have little in common beyond the undeniable fact that, regardless of who we are, where we've been, and what we've done, Something, Someone has laid hold of us. Unmerited favor. Irresistible grace.
In these psalms, the psalmist's situation doesn't change. His soul is downcast, yet he waits on/hopes in God. He knows that, regardless of the state of his soul, Someone has him, and he engages his will to return God's embrace.
May it be so with us. May it be so with me.