Life moves and changes unexpectedly – there are seasons it feels unstable beneath my feet.
I dig in and try harder to stand in shifting sand.
I cry out to God, wondering where He is.
Why isn’t He helping me?
I remember – when I take control, He steps aside.
He waits, a patient smile upon His Holy face.
“Dear child, give it to me.”
What seems simple goes against gravity.
In God’s currency, the least are great, the poor, rich and to receive I must give.
I can choose the shifting sand of self or surrender my situation and circumstances to my Creator, my Dad in Heaven.
He invites me out of the desert to rest in the shelter of His refuge. He offers firm footing on solid rock.
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 your hearts out to Him,
for God is our refuge.