“The Lord is my strength and my shield;
in him my heart trusts;
so I am helped, and my heart exults,
and with my song I give thanks to him.”
~Psalm 28:7 (NRSV).
Awakening with this sense of poise is a fantastic experience. Musing in the sheets for what abundant hope fills our ensuing day unto the rest of a magnificent life and so many blessings.
Awakens does the heart,
Jumps it does with glee,
Can’t wait in fact to start,
Bettered this could not be.
Standing at the mirror,
Staring into the glass,
Joy could not be nearer,
Mind’s as bold as brass.
Hope extends beyond the realm,
Of disquieted passion,
Steadies does the heart it pounds,
All for the dashing.
Bullet-proof and wise,
Enough for the world to see,
Perhaps it’s a surprise,
But bettered it could not be.
The Joy in Having Been Delivered
The actual context of Psalm 28 is one of lament, but oh what faith the psalmist has to call out faithfully to the Lord their God, in trust and in joy!
The same truth reverberates for us. We do not experience this sort of reconciliatory trust, and the joy that runs with it, without having expressed the faith of conscience—to actually trust God via actions preceding.
We awaken, then, with a buoyant sense of subconscious reflection.
The ‘morning after’ experience of our delivery is one of fantastic hope—so much hope even, that we cannot grasp or contain it. Our cup’s overflowing with the goodness and grace of the Holy Spirit.
The poem above is attempting to capture those moments where we awaken with this sense of inner life that throbs beneath our hearts. It’s the wind beneath our wings.
Don’t Restrain the Perfection
As love is perfect, these times too tempt us to hold them tight.
We cannot do that, of course. The moment we do so we strangle the experience; it flutters away as if it never came.
Our situations of spiritual perfection-of-joy are simply to be appreciated. We praise God for them, and in faith we shall know that when they leave, they’ll just as surely return.
The more we simply take these experiences as they are, the more they’ll surely come of their very own accord.
Challenge – the Prerequisite for the Perfection-of-Joy
Let us never forget the required predisposition for heartache and challenge as precursors to this fleeting, but thanked-for, perfection-of-joy.
Not that we ever want hard things to come about for us, but we do hopefully understand that these darker times are the actual feedstock for the joy which is all but coming.
© 2010 S. J. Wickham.