Some of our days can feel like conflict…and we are the battlefield. Or the battle is over…and we’re not sure whether we’ve won or lost. Maybe we have no voice – or heart- for singing, but the deepest place in us calls out the words of the old hymn, “Be Still, My Soul”. And our hearts wonder, “Is there a source of care for this caregiver?”
Bill Gaither wrote, “Gentle Shepherd, come and lead us, for me need you to help us find our way.” And our hearts, so prone to wandering, need the loving correction and nurture of a “gentle shepherd”, the one who leaves the flock in the protection of the fold…to search and rescue one lost sheep.
Even in the often stern message of the prophets there’s a picture of our patient Father “who taught [us] to walk, taking [us] by the arms…leading with cords of human kindness, with ties of love, like one who lifts a little child to the cheek, and bends down to feed them.” (Drawn from Hosea 11:3,4)
Take courage , then, in the hymnwriter’s message: “Thy hope, thy confidence let nothing shake; all now mysterious shall be bright at last. Be still my soul: the waves and winds still know his voice that ruled them while he dwelt below.” Kathrina von Schlegel
Prayer – Teach my heart, O LORD, to know and respond to your tender ways. Amen
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