“Peace I leave with you;
My peace I give to you;
not as the world gives do I give to you.
Do not let your heart be troubled,
nor let it be fearful.”
John 14:27 NASB
Have you ever seen the sky weep?
My memory verses this past couple weeks are in the Psalms.
Psalm 19 1-4
The Heavens declare the glory of God; The skies proclaim the work of His hands.
Day after day they pour forth speech; Night after night they display knowledge.
There is no speech or language where their voice is not heard.
Their voice goes out into all the earth; Their words to the ends of the world.
As I sit in my window seat I have a good view of the sky and valley below. The sky has been turbulent, soggy and gray. The more I look, the worse it gets. Clouds roll in, wind rips at the trees. What’s with that?
Lord, where is your “speech” where is your magnificent glory and peace? I look out again at the pummeling rain and my brow furrows in frustration, loneliness, fear.
Am I forgotten? Lord are you listening?
I feel no comfort in the verses because my answer does not look the way I expect it to look. I expect the King on his throne evidenced by glimmering stars by night and grand billowing clouds amid brilliant blue skies by day. Sound familiar? Others have expected Jesus to take his throne, deliver them from trials and conquer the world. Instead this is what I see.
Slowly the rippled gray clouds creep across the furrowed sky.
They speak of sorrow, they speak of pain.
A thick haze collects atop a once prominent mountain peak,
Her glory disguised, her magnificence squelched.
How then does splendor give such power to a small vapor?
Slowly gray clouds grow heavy and being to tear.
They speak not for the pain they bear,
Yet they speak volumes of the sorrow they share.
Shreds rip free from beneath that billowing mass.
No mountain now, her head is covered in grief.
Proud trees stand aghast.
Her glory disguised under torrents let loose the weeping skies.
It finally hit me…
Now I see the sky’s conversation. I remember Adonai Yireh “the One who sees” and I begin to understand. He felt the crushing power of grief, He knew the awesome power sorrow holds. Jesus, Adonai Yireh. As I speak the name aloud a cold shudder creeps from my toes to the top of my head then an overwhelming warmth follows. I know that he knows. Today my mountain is still disguised but now I realize she still stands beneath the rain.
That is peace, not of the world. Its knowing that the crushing power of life cannot wash away the mountain when you stand in Christ alone.
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