Susan LaffertyPsalm 57. Giving words when there are no words.
Soaring through the twists and turns of our sojourn.
Speaking true my fears and frustrations.
Then bringing me back to praise and vision. Recounting the faithfulness of the Most High God and declaring Him to the nations.
“The way of the cross leads home….”
In worship settings of my childhood, the hymn marched. Triumphant. Its lyrics sung with gusto.
In later years, the words hit differently. Move me into quiet consideration. Thoughtful meditation.
On how this is lived out. Day by day.
Anxious thoughts. Skirting the edges. Almost incognito.
Fears. Simmering just below the surface.
Concerns for loved ones and various situations. Rippling through as world crises ramp up.
Then, His Word. Memorized long ago. Invades with precision. Cutting through the muddle.
“Be anxious for nothing, but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known to God” (Philippians 4:6 NASB).
