Wings to fly on up so high,
Above the tossing, raging seas,
To rise above winds that torment me.
My soul is weary, my heart distressed,
Escape the fury, O heart, find rest,
Rest in the One who knows you best,
Who’ll lift you up to ride the crest.
Lift me Lord above the storms, Let me see Your gentle forms, Be at peace O heart of mine, For the Lord your God is forever kind.
Storms are an opportunity for God to show me His tender mercies and compassions. They are opportunities to watch God fight for me. Sometimes the storms are God’s faithful rebuke of my wayward heart, which present opportunities for my repentance and renewed reception of His kindness, mercy, and grace. Any way you slice it, God is in the storms. He is both in the midst and rising above and while I travel through storms in this life God is faithful to carry me through or lift me above.
And I say, “Oh, that I had wings like a dove!
I would fly away and be at rest;
yes, I would wander far away;
I would lodge in the wilderness; Selah
I would hurry to find a shelter
from the raging wind and tempest.”
Psalm 55:6-8
It’s comforting to know that the psalmist felt the same way I often do. He wants to run and hide. He wants to escape the pressures. Read a little further and you find that the lament of this psalm is over a close friend who has betrayed him and gone to war against him. Those trials sting the deepest. As I reflect, I’ve been on both sides of that one. I know that I have made decisions that have stung my friends, never intending to harm them, but to simply follow what I believe was the Lord’ s direction. I wear the weight of those decisions and plead for God’s help for those I’ve stung and for His mercy if I have acted presumptuously or outside of God’s will. I have also been stung by some close to me. The psalmist wrestles in the midst of war and seeks rest in the only One who can truly fight any of our battles.
A Prayer to Pray
Sovereign Lord,
You alone are God and You truly do rise above the fray. The hurts we inflict on each other…Your people God…Your people who love You and seek You, yet at times we wound one another…You are sovereign over the hurts and healings. Grant us forgiveness Lord if we should walk outside of Your will. Use the wounds to make us stronger. Use the wounds to further Your gospel and Your will. Grant us peace and rest in the cleft of the Rock, Jesus Christ and lift us high upon the crest of the stormy waves that seek to swallow us. Give my brothers and sisters, whom I know that I’ve hurt, peace and rest in You, sovereign Lord. Reassure them that You are indeed sovereign and that nobody can touch them unless You allow it and then only for their good and for Your glory. Let the peace of God rule them and the Word of God swell richly in them. Peace be still! Amen.
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