The world blasts me with messages, advice. Libraries filled with books … people filled with words … radio … television … internet. No shortage of experts. No shortage of opinions. Sometimes I find like-minded. Sometimes, polar opposites. In a murky world where black and white, once seeming so clear, is separated by a canyon of gray, it is the Sovereign Lord who helps me. (Isaiah 50:9, NIV)
The same Lord who moved about camps to protect and deliver … the one who cares so much to even stoop down to look on the heavens and earth … whose arm is not too short to ransom or too weak to rescue … whose name alone is praise … can he not lead me?
Who among you fears the LORD
and obeys the word of his servant?
Let him who walks in the dark,
who has no light,
trust in the name of the LORD
and rely on his God.
But now, all you who light fires
and provide yourselves with flaming torches,
go, walk in the light of your fires
and of the torches you have set ablaze.
This is what you shall receive from my hand:
You will lie down in torment. Isaiah 50:10-11
Lord, this world pulls at me hard to do this and that, to question my choices and feel unsure, to waffle and waver and sink. I am thankful to find you constant, strong–woven through the ages, a bridge to carry me over the canyon of uncertainty.