“No duty is more urgent than that of returning thanks.”James Allen, author
As the Days of Awe draw to a close for 2021, it is time to enter into a time of repentance for all things discovered during the past 10 days. The it is a day of fasting for Yom Kippur…and then…a holy time to give thanks that YAH has heard and written all the names in the Book of Life for the coming year.
That is the official order of things.
That being said, I never have been very good about completing things in order. During my path through the Days of Awe, finishing up my 40 Day prayer challenge, I have reflected, given thanks, repented, danced for joy and started all over again many times. Maybe it is because I know the Shepherd already. Maybe the ones who stick to a strict order of all things are the ones who don’t know His voice. Or maybe – I’m just completely crazy and disordered in a lot of things. My youngest daughter thinks so – especially when it comes to trying to get me on a budget (which makes my head hurt just thinking about it).
This was the first verses that nudged me this morning, and I had to laugh. When I see this verse, I have a feeling that change is Blowing in the Wind, as that ol’ 60’s folk song sang so many times back in my early days. In fact, the first time I remember finding this verse in Isaiah was back in those early, crazy, chaotic college days.
Those were the days when I managed a rooming house so I only had to pay 2 dollars for rent and sang lots of different songs which helped me pay for college. With not much money, I furnished that small room in very creative ways. Bricks I found in an alley way. The cedar board that had been the seat in my father’s boat. When put together, they made a pretty nifty bookshelf.
Lots of things got jammed that small shelf – a bird cage, a guinea pig cage under it, treasure books mixed among textbooks, a few quotes and a Bible verse: Isaiah 64:8-9.
I returned to college a week after my father died. My mom made me go. I wanted to drop out and stay home with her, but she was even more stubborn than I am. When I got back to my rooming house, I called her. It became a weekly (sometimes twice weekly) thing – and that was in the days when long distance cost lots of money for somebody. It was also when I started to develop a relationship with my mom. I had always been a daddy’s girl, so this was something new. Anyway, after I talked with mom, I opened my childhood Bible and found these verses in Isaiah – or maybe I should say – He put it in front of my scaled over eyes. “We are the clay, and You our potter.”
His Holy Spirit nudged. His Son’s voice spoke them into my heart, and I read them over and over. I copied them and taped them to the wall over my bed, in my notebooks, and on my book shelf. I pondered them until the tears stopped rolling down my cheeks, and I had absorbed the wisdom He had been speaking to my heart all along.
No matter what happens in this life. No matter what stupid choices we make. No matter how choppy the sea becomes under our little dinghy selves. His hands are all over the clay that He used when He knitted us together. He is always continuing to mold, shape, and breathe life into our dinghy selves – – – mixing His life with ours.
When I woke up, when I went to sleep, I continued to repeat the verse over and over, until the notes of His wisdom sang life when I thought the music of my life had ended.
The amazing thing is the Master Composer doesn’t stop composing when the notes grow silent. He is not furious. He does not remember the iniquity forever because His Son now stands in front of all who are His sheep. He calls His people by their name and stands beside them when the music ends on one part of the composition – waiting – waiting with the baton up raised – until He breathes life and brings the baton down so that notes to the new composition He is composing just for His sheep begins to sing.
That ol’ Proverb proves to be true over and over: “As a man thinketh in his heart, so is he.” It is choice time for the heart and probably time to change those lenses in your eyes. It is Yom Kippur for the Jewish people. Have you repented of all the things you discovered during the Days of Awe 2021? Have you given thanks? Is your name written in the book of life?
Tabernacling in 2021 has not been easy. He has exposed weaknesses and deeply attached scales that I have ignored over the years. Iron does sharpen iron, so I continue to look up and sing the notes He has given me back to Him in thankfulness and praise.
God is good – – – all the time.
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