The LORD your God is with you, he is mighty to save. He will take great delight in you, he will quiet you with his love, he will rejoice over you with singing. (Zephaniah 3:17, NIV)
It had been a rough, rotten week. And my attitude wasn’t any better.
I dug deep in search of some vestiges of hope, perhaps a little joy leftover from a while back, when things weren’t so depressing. But I got none. Not even an ounce.
When one’s been a believer for as long as I have, you know that if the well runs dry you go to the waters. And for me that usually means forcing tired hands to open up the Bible, often to the Book of Psalms, where I identify with the Psalmist’s desperate cries.
But at this particularly low time in my life, I was on the road, feelings as if God had forgotten me, willing myself to keep on driving. Just one more mile.
On sunnier days, I usually enjoy listening to music while commuting to work. My favorite Christian radio station plays uplifting songs I love singing along with. But on this miserable day I couldn’t make my hand push the “on” button.
Snap out of it, Girl! said a voice that sounded like me, when I’m mat at my kids. Paul and Silas worshiped the Lord when they were imprisoned for their faith; yet you have a couple of bad days and all of a sudden… Puff! All notion of worship “no matter what” goes out the window.
Gosh, that was kind of harsh. But it did the trick. Memories of sweet times spent singing to God, experiencing His comfort, flooded my weary mind. Hope floated, like a tiny vessel in the midst of raging waters.
I turned on the radio, but what I heard took me by surprise:
You are mine, you are loved,
You have always been thought of
When you hurt I feel it every time. 1
Wait a minute… I thought I would be the one doing the singing… The songs kept playing.
And I’ll be by your side
Wherever you fall
In the dead of night
Whenever you call
And please don’t fight
These hands that are holding you
My hands are holding you ²
Tears began to roll down my cheeks, and my heart felt a thousand times lighter. You mean, You still care, Lord?
When you feel like you’re alone in your sadness
It seems like no one else in this whole world cares
And you want to get away from the madness
You just call My name and I’ll be there ³
He did care! He always had and always would.
What a wonderful and unexpected miracle it was for me that morning, when I experienced God’s love anew as He sang over me.
Has God’s love ever turned your day around? Please tell us. We’d love to hear about it!
1Worth It All, by FHH
²By Your Side, Tenth Avenue North
³Call My Name, Third Day