This morning, in West Wales, dabbling my feet in the surging waves.
You may be glad to know that I don’t have words at the moment. But that’s OK because the Bible is chock full of them. I can’t find the words, just now, to put my thoughts and a sort of bewilderment into structured sentences. The emotions and longing battering around in my soul create only a cacophony, too discordant, too much of a clamour, to make sense to anyone but God. So, for me, just now, it’s silence and the Word of God.
But God knows my heart, and He cares more about that than He does for any words, and so it’s my heart I bring to Him today, laying it at His feet. And now I step back, in silence.
My silence, His voice.
Lord God, unlock my heart, unlock my lips,
and I will overcome with my joyous praise!
For the source of your pleasure is not in my performance
or the sacrifices I might offer to you.
The fountain of your pleasure is found
in the sacrifice of my shattered heart before you.
You will not despise my tenderness
as I humbly bow down at your feet.
Psalm 51, The Passion Translation
As I finished pasting those verses, I saw another verse, also in the Passion translation and – listen, listen, please understand that this for me right now is a direct word from God, just when I need it. Answered prayer. From God, from actual GOD to me, right now, right absolutely now. Words written by David, inspired by the Holy Spirit, echoing down over all the centuries, as true now as they were when David first wrote them, and reaching up – all the way from little old West Wales – to God in His glory:
Lord, you know all my desires and deepest longings.
My tears are liquid words and you can read them all.
Liquid words to the God who wept.
This is joy, this is sorrow, this is prayer.