Psalm 51: 7-10
"Purge me with hyssop, and I shall be clean; wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow. Let me hear joy and gladness; let the bones that you have broken rejoice. Hide your face from my sins and blot out all my iniquities. Create in me a clean heart O God, and renew a right spirit within me."
This psalm has been on my mind and my heart for a while now. I love how David is fervently praying to be renewed. This psalm is thought to be written after his misdeeds with Bathsheba (you know, that whole thing where he saw her bathing and decided he wanted her for himself, so he had her husband killed in the front battle lines after learning that he had impregnated Bathsheba anyone else find it funny too that her name is Bath- sheba?) If that story seems unfamiliar to you, it can be found in 2 Samuel 11.
The verses I highlighted at the top spoke to me in particular this morning. I have made this psalm a semi-regular part of my prayer time recently and am reminded constantly of how amazing it is that David is not only praying and writing about his current situation, but prophetically bestows a picture of Christ and the cleansing that is to come. As I was reading this morning, I was moved to write down the things that God spoke to me, as follows:
You are mine, dear one, beloved... No one else gets to lay claim to you. I crafted every fiber of your being and breathed life into your delicate bones. I styled your personality, your laugh, your facial features and expressions. I MAKE NO MISTAKES. I am your Father.
Just as a house needs to be swept clean time and time again, so does your heart. You on your own value wickedness and deceit but I cherish beauty and wholeness. You cannot have wholeness without me. You must gaze up in order to trudge onward in this present wilderness. Let my stars be your guide. I have created wonders beyond human imagination. You limit me with the weakness of your thoughts and mind. The spiritual battle is being hard-fought and won daily by my light and goodness. Without me, no one could produce such things. Love, light, laughter and intimacy -- these were mine I shared with you. There's more to come beloved. There are caverns and treasures and there is wholeness to be found as your soul travels on. Steer your bough toward me and my righteousness. Sanctification is a tough and treacherous journey. Let the old fall away and the newness restore you. Do not limit me in your thoughts and your mind. I created your imagination, so trust me I am bigger than it.
While you muddle through life in the trenches, seeking fresh air and being distracted by things that dimly shine, I am up high in the heights of the mountains and down low in the depths of the sea. I created fish and creatures no one will ever discover, just because it pleased me. I created flowers and plants and sustenance, daily manna for my people. Come and sit at my table and share with me your deepest thoughts, questions and desires. In my mysterious ways, I will answer and shape you until it is time for you to come home. And when you come, I will welcome you with open arms. You are mine and I love you.
Be at rest O wanderer; Your soul has found its resting place.
Well there you have it.
Until next time,
Karly
