Monday, January 23, 2012

Wilderness

It's been a long time since I have been moved by a sermon. That's not to say the messages I've been hearing have been bad or irrelevant - they just haven't spoken to me. Until Sunday.


Yes, my soul, find rest in God;
   my hope comes from him.
Truly he is my rock and my salvation;
   he is my fortress, I will not be shaken.
My salvation and my honor depend on God;
   he is my mighty rock, my refuge.
 Trust in him at all times, you people;
   pour out your hearts to him,
   for God is our refuge... 
...One thing God has spoken,
   two things I have heard:
“Power belongs to you, God,
 and with you, Lord, is unfailing love”;
and, “You reward everyone
according to what they have done.” 
Psalm 62: 5-8, 11-12

My soul, find rest in God. Finding rest (and peace) seems to be an illusive dream these days for me. The past months, maybe even year, have felt like a real wilderness to me. A place that is dry and rather hopeless. While I have tried to remain positive and place my full trust in God, it isn't very easy for me or natural. I felt forced to resign from a position I loved. I have left the congregation which was my home. In most ways I have put my calling on hold. And our financial situation has been stretched to the max. And I am left with a lot of guilt and a longing for something more.

Find rest in God, my soul. My soul that is wounded. My faith that is lacking. And my trust that has disappeared. Find rest and put your hope in God.


3 comments:

AnnaMarie said...

What a difficult year this has been, Stacey.

Our Rector is fond of saying that God's plan is above our pay grade. The challenge of the unknown - the mystery of faith - is so hard. I wish I had wise words or something to make it better. Hang in there. Keep the faith.

Jennifer Chappell Deckert said...

yes, I know this wilderness. thinking of you. are you a reader? a couple books that really helped me: Broken Open by Elizabeth Lesser; The Places that Scare you by Pema Chodron; An Alter in the World by Barbara Brown Taylor; The Gifts of Imperfection by Brené Brown. thinking of you.

jillhofer said...

Stacey,

Blessings to you. We need to have more than a fluffy conversation at a bb game. I have been in wildernesses also, and my heart aches for you. It is hard when the path is unclear. May God's peace be an aura around you as you wait.