Growing up Lutheran, you tend to learn hymns in the same way that Methodists learn how to make casseroles. We not only learn most of the words, but we learn at least one of the four lines of harmony; it’s just part of the unwritten ritual.
In January, I lost my job quite suddenly. Even as I made the surreal drive home from DC, where my morning commute averaged 90 minutes on a good day, I could feel God beckoning me to “crawl up on his lap as He sat on His throne”–a phrase I have kept close since I first heard it years ago. For the next few weeks I found myself “working” from 7 a.m.7 p.m. in our crowded home office reaching out to my network, fine-tuning my resume and signing up for every job board I thought would help. I was a woman on a missionwhich, if you know me, you will know that means, “YOU BETTER STAY OUT OF MY WAY IF YOU DON’T WANT TO GET RUN OVER!”
After weeks turned into months, and job leads turned into dashed hopes, I decided I could spare an hour a day to walk and pray to start my day. I spent the first few weeks just praying like the Psalmistsone minute pleading with God to hear the cry of my soul and deliver me from this newfound fate, and the next, singing His praises and thanking Him for all He has done/continues to do in my life. Reluctantly, I even asked God to show me what I was meant to “do” during this time off from the daily grind and what I was expected to learn; something I’ve learned to be wary of if you are not ready to listen to what God has to say!
I could tell you story after story about what I discovered, but the main point it this: God just loves us. He simply loves us. And He expects us to let Him carry us when we are weak; like the Shepherd with the lost or wounded lamb on his shoulders. The more you put your complete hope on “nothing less than Jesus’ blood and righteousness[and] wholly lean on Jesus’ namehis oath, his covenant, his blood, supports me in the whelming flood.” I started my new job, just two miles from my home, on Oct. 15. God saw my family through this with challenges and blessings every week, but in the end, I knew that “when all around my soul gives way, He then is all my hope and stay.”