Psalm 75:1-4 We thank you, O God! We give thanks because you are near. People everywhere tell of your wonderful deeds. God says, “At the time I have planned, I will bring justice against the wicked. The earth quakes and its people live in turmoil, but I am the one who keeps its foundations firm.”
Last night after a long and delightful Thanksgiving family day, our grandson hit his limit. A small thing (in my adult eyes) triggered a two-year-old meltdown. I held Caleb as he sobbed, his little head on my shoulder, his body heaving. Clearly, it was time for his parents to take him home to bed.
And then his mom entered the room. Still some distance away, she said calmly, “Caleb, you’re OK. Everything is fine.” Immediately, like turning off a faucet, Caleb stopped crying, turned around, reached out for his mom, cuddled for a couple of minutes, and then jumped on his Uncle Dan for more rambunctious play with Urso, his teddy bear. Caleb was cheerful and engaged the whole next hour until his family went home.
Last night, Valerie was the one who kept her son’s foundations firm. But I’ve seen the same thing happen with Caleb’s dad, Cesar. Reading Psalm 75 this morning, I found myself praying, “Lord, thank you that you are near, not far away. Give me trust in you like Caleb has in his parents. Help me to trust your promise and your plans. When my foundations seem to be giving way, I want to instinctively reach out to you.”
“When all around my soul gives way, he then is all my hope and stay . . .” ALL other ground is sinking sand.