Psalm 78: Dotted Lines

Posted by on Jul 24, 2017 in Blog | 0 comments

If I were to map my journey with God, the line would be broken, dotted from one destination to the next. I wish it weren’t so, but my faith can be so fickle.

God, on the other hand, has always kept his word. Always.

I am fed, clothed, sheltered, empowered and sent into the world with good news of great joy … “the Father has sent his Son to be the Savior of the world.” (1 John 4:14) He loves steadfastly; never leaves and never forsakes (Hebrews 13:5).

And yet, like Israel in the wilderness, I am terribly forgetful; “prone to wander” as the old hymn goes. Even after the greatest of provisions, I have slumped into self-sufficiency or self-pity, either of which strangles the life out of gratitude.

Ironically, I can read about the waywardness of God’s people in Exodus, Judges and Jeremiah; astonished by their obstinate aversion to His life-giving will. I should be less astonished, more empathetic, and profoundly humbled having mimicked the saints of old more times than I care to remember.

What better safeguard as my story still unfolds than to persistently rehearse God’s enduring faithfulness with those who walk behind me? While telling of His glorious deeds, I am fortifying my hope and theirs. We all desperately need reminding if we are to have any chance of avoiding the failures of our fathers.

May our lifelines grow evermore unbroken.

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