God gives a song
It hasn’t been long since I last wrote, but I am using a transport chair more and find myself able to do less. I don’t know if this is just a bad flare that will pass or something more. What’s difficult about this condition is that we don’t know much about the prognosis. Every flare has the potential to permanently alter my baseline, which already is a long way from what it was six months ago.
Even so, I have been listening to worship music and reflecting on how blessed I am to have cause to sing. As the old hymn puts it:
Some through the waters, some through the flood,
Some through the fire, but all through the blood;
Some through great sorrow,
But God gives a song
In the night season and all the day long.
Our circumstances may differ, but God gives a song in the midst of it all. And what is our song? It is praise, thanks, and love to our Redeemer! He is the constant. And what a constant! None so lovely. None so good. He alone is Wonderful.
What thrills my heart most is this: this altogether lovely One, the Prince of Peace, the King of kings, my Lord and my God, is my friend. He loves me—whatever condition He finds me in—and has loved me with an everlasting love. And so it is with all His people. He is our Saviour, but He is also our Friend. Wherever we find ourselves, we can not only talk to Him, we can meet with Him. Isn’t that wonderful?
Sometimes I get discouraged and feel a bit sorry for myself—and then I remember, I’m a citizen of heaven… and soon I will see Him. With physical eyes I will look on Him, the One who is high and lifted up, who is holy, holy, holy. And then I remember that to live is Christ, and to die is gain.
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