WCW- Word Crush Wednesday
Hear my cry, O God; attend unto my prayer. From the end of the Earth will I cry unto thee, when my heart is overwhelmed: lead me to the Rock that is higher than I. Psalm 61:1-2
One of my all-time favorite songs to listen to when I’m reflecting is “Seattle” by Mary Mary. The writer of this work masterfully put together a universal cry for those whom have been spent; wedged between the hullabaloo of staleness and invention. When you’ve lent all of yourself, exhausted your offering, and your left thirsty, you seek a well in earthen vessels, but none can quench. The road to discovery is far stretched and insufficient is the might to get there. From whence then cometh your solution? The Rock.
The Rock is perfect and truthful in all His answers. Dare query Him! The Rock is a strong tower. Be courageous! He’s a painter. Be His canvas. The first renowned Potter. Be crafted. The burden bearer. Unload. He’s the way maker. No GPS is required. He sees all. Ditch your eight ball. He’s no respecter of persons. Walk in favor. He’s the redeemer! Receive salvation.
There are millions of arguments out there about just how people should go about finding their purpose and sustaining. Most of them are non-biblical. That’s fine. People are free to make their choices based on their beliefs. I love this passage because David has an honest talk with God. “Look, I’m tired and worn out. I need a breather and nothing else is working for me. Don’t just give me relief, be my relief.” I like the way the message translation puts it,
God, listen to me shout,
bend an ear to my prayer.
When I’m far from anywhere,
down to my last gasp,
I call out, “Guide me
up High Rock Mountain
You’ve always given me breathing room,
a place to get away from it all,
A lifetime pass to your safe-house,
an open invitation as your guest.
You’ve always taken me seriously, God,
made me welcome among those who know and love you.
Honestly, It’s easy to get lost in who we are; lost in our purposes. Most times we give and give and neglect to save enough for ourselves. Then burnout happens. The most of what people can offer us sometimes is cliché or a lunch break to break the monotony of the weariness. That’s never enough. I don’t know where your faith lies and this isn’t a plea to sway you. But, I’ve learned that true rest, rejuvenation, and reassignment comes from the Rock.