Have you ever noticed that there are days when you need someone to come in and fight the battles that you are facing? Sure there are times when you feel you could face them on your own, but those days are not as often as you would like them to be. It is in moments like these, I find myself closing my eyes and hoping for a savior, a warrior to come in a fight my battles for me.
I find that I am tired, depleted, unable to find the gumption needed to make it until lunch- never mind bedtime. I struggle to engage, to find joy, to be compassionate with those around me. I don’t want to be this way and as soon as I recognize it, I will call out to Jesus to help me. It is a moment of rescue, of salvation, of hope being restored, when I say His name. He comes to me, gathers me close, and like a child who needs comfort, sings over me.
As the words fall on my head and heart, I sense my spirit and soul refilling with the Truth, love, grace, and mercy which can only come from the Throne Room of Heaven. My crankiness, lack of kindness, and impatience fall away until I am restored. I can re-engage in my daily tasks with a lightness in my being and know that I am not alone to face my battles.
Years ago, I heard about how God sang over us and that Scripture confirmed it. I thought it was someone’s idea or misinterpretation of Scripture. Imagine my surprise when I found the verse in Zephaniah:
The Lord your God is with you,
the Mighty Warrior who saves.
He will take great delight in you;
in his love he will no longer rebuke you,
but will rejoice over you with singing” ~Zephaniah 3:17.
Just like the image I had of a child in a parent’s lap, there iy was- God singing over me. Can you imagine my surprise? The closer I get to Jesus, the deeper my understanding grows, the more I find imagery of a loving parent. So many times in our misunderstanding, we can paint an image of God as an authoritative dictator. Standing over us, hands on His hips, with a leather strap hanging from one hand, waiting, just waiting for us to slip up and step out of line. Then WHAM! He will whip us and we will feel the pain of our mistakes.
But this isn’t God at all. He loves us. He fights for us. He longs to gather us together and bring us comfort and peace- things we crave and can never seem to find. All we need to do is call out to Him that we need Him. And just like a loving parent, He will come and scoop us up, tuck us close, and soothe our spirit with song. I know I could use a bit of singing after a long week, how about you O Best Beloved?