A journey of Faith The Boy Who Walked A Way
01 Oct 2013 4 Comments
We accumulate joys and delights along our journey of life, rejoice in them, and tend to accept the inevitable blips of trouble.
All is well until the inevitable blips become thunder clouds, and the dark night of the soul disturbs our rest, and our cry becomes, “Why?”
The “I” comes to the forefront and remains while we muck about in the mire of self pity. Our perspective skews and narrows into a thin line of suffering. Forgotten are the blessings of the past, the strength that came to us in happier days.
Asaph knew the grief of the dark time. He thought that God had forsaken him. He complained that he sought the Lord, but found no comfort. ‘Is His mercies clean gone forever?’ He reviewed his past years of blessings, ‘his songs in the night,’ without finding ease.
Asaph then did a complete turnaround in his thought process, and said with a different perspective, “This is my infirmity: but I will remember the years of the right hand of the Most High.”
Asaph realized that his years (life) were in God’s right hand. The right hand of God means power, protection, victory, presence, a saving love, tender mercies…
Everything that comes to us is from God’s right hand. No evil can touch us, no trouble can come to us, out side of that loving hand. When we take our eyes off the sorrows that encompass our life the ‘I’ diminishes, in the contemplation of His majestic ways and the grandeur of His power in the life of His people.
Asaph apprehended this truth and sang a lovely song in the following verses of God’s redemptive power. (Verses 10-20.)