Woman, Raise Your Down-turned Head
A Song of Ascent
I lift up my eyes to the mountains—Psalms 121:1-2 (NIV)
where does my help come from?
My help comes from the Lord,
the Maker of heaven and earth.
This is the time of year when I reflect upon the path my life has taken. I am encouraged at some things. But, more times than not I am lamenting over what did not work out. I feel the pangs of despair all over again. I whip myself about the decisions that turned out to not be the best ones. I look over my life and see more tests than testimonies. But this time, this year, a voice reached out and said, lift your weary head and seek my face. I looked to the heaven of heavenlies where my true help resides. I began to cast my face, thoughts and hopes toward the light. I moved away from the darkness of my past. What is done is done and can’t be remade. But the hope that resides in the present as I carve a new life brings me joy.
I am leaving a 10-year period of struggle, strife and change. My heart has been broken it seems like a million times. I felt lost more times than I felt found. I wandered in myriad paths of darkness. Many times, believing all was loss. But when I look to the heaven of heavenlies I see the light that never grows dim. I find hope and help for the future and clarity for all that has been.
When I examine my path, I realize all that pain and suffering made and molded me into someone I can be proud of. I am strong while being compassionate, I am committed while being able to be flexible when necessary. I can love through many storms. I know when to release and allow God to have his way. I know the voice of God and trust him along my way. What was sent to crush me made me and prepared me for brighter days.
As I look to 2020 at the ripe young age of 66 years of age, I praise and thank God for his wisdom and direction all these years. I have been in the crucible of fire and been brought out like pure gold. Not burnt or overdone, just right for the work a loving God has for me and the rest of my life.
After the dross, the weeds and the bugs that eat away at the root have been eradicated, my good seeds of God are flourishing and the promises he has made are coming forth. After great suffering is great harvest and renewal. I look to the heaven of heavenlies which comes my help and I rejoice for the journey and give thanks for the promise of the days to come. As you reflect over the passing 10 years, where does the light shine through. Where can you give thanks and find hope for a brighter day? Look to the heaven of heavenlies and find your way.