Today, I want to let God’s Word speak for itself.
“My salvation and my honor depend on God.
He is my mighty rock, my refuge.
Trust in Him at all times, O people;
pour out your hearts to Him,
for God is our refuge.”
I have reflected on this passage, Psalm 62:7-8, quite a bit lately and I want to break it down through out this entry.
The first line says my salvation depends on God. As in, there is nothing I can do. Salvation comes from grace, and grace is a gift. Grace is that Jesus came to die in my place, when I have done nothing to deserve that kind of love. (Ephesians 2:8) No matter how many times I make a mistake, an error, or I fail to glorify God with my actions, none of that matters because my salvation is rooted in Christ.
My honor depends on God. This part, as an athlete, is hard to swallow. It means to say that my honor does not depend on how I play the game, whether my coach gives me special recognition after the game, whether I hit the game-winning home run or make a diving catch, or whether my name will be in the newspaper. None of that determines my honor. My honor depends on God, and I will boast in Him alone (1 Corinthians 1:31). For all of the “honor” that I think I might receive here on this earth is temporary, it fades after a few minutes, hours, days or years. Yet the honor that I will receive as a child of God is eternal, and that depends on God…
… God, my mighty rock, my refuge.
I would not describe my performance on the softball field this weekend as a success. Sure, maybe I had a couple hits here and there, but because of defensive mistakes that I made, I cost our team a chance to win against the number 3 team in the nation. It doesn’t matter how well I did any other inning, looking back on the weekend, all I can think about are the mistakes… what I could have done, what should have been. But in the midst of all this, God says, “Trust in me at all times.”
Saturday morning, before I headed to the locker room for our final game of the weekend, I came before the Lord with this verse. I just stared at it and read it over and over again. God reminded me that at the end of the day, that was just one softball game in the big picture of God’s life for me. But He has a purpose for every pitch and every play, and I needed to recognize that. In response to “Pour out your hearts to Him,” I took this verse, Psalm 62:7-8, and rewrote the verse as if God were writing a letter to me.
I am so happy that this morning you have been reminded that there is NOTHING you can do to earn your salvation, and none of your glory or honor comes from anyone besides me, not even yourself. I am your shelter, where you may lay down your feet and rest. Trust me with your life. I already know everything there is to know about you, but I also desire for you to pour out your heart and abide in me. Do not forget that I am your place of refuge, always and forever. Love, Abba
Pouring out my heart to Him in the form of prayer transformed from, “God why? I know that it would have been better if I had not made this error, so why did you let it happen?” to “God, I respond to your Word. I trust you. Thank you for reminding me that my honor comes only from you, and thank you for being my refuge.”
See, He has a purpose for every event, every circumstance in our lives. Philippians 4:6-7 says to pray with thanksgiving. When we find a way to give thanks to Him, no matter the circumstance, not only are we acknowledging His greater purpose and plan for our lives, but He promises us peace. Go to him with your anxieties and confusion, in thanksgiving, for God is our refuge.
If you are reading this and realize you may have a similar struggle, I encourage you to either rewrite Psalm 62:7-8 or Philippians 4:6-7 in your own words, in the form of a letter from God to you. Leave it as a comment if you are willing to share, but whatever you do, find a way to give thanks to God for every circumstance, and especially those that are difficult.