To live content with small means; to seek elegance rather than luxury, and refinement rather than fashion; to be worthy, not respectable, and wealthy, not, rich; to listen to stars and birds, babes and sages, with open heart; to study hard; to think quietly, act frankly, talk gently, await occasions, hurry never; in a word, to let the spiritual, unbidden and unconscious, grow up through the common--this is my symphony.
~William Henry Channing

Wednesday, March 16, 2011

Remembering Our Frame

Psalm 103:14
For He knows our frame; He remembers that we are but dust.

It's been kind of quiet on the blog lately. I've been kind of quiet I least in the midst of the noise and chaos I have felt quiet, if that makes any sense. Our family seems to be in a very busy season at the moment. But it's okay...actually it is good because we asked Him for this. We asked Him to let us open our home and our lives to, friend or stranger. And He has answered that prayer and while at times it is a bit bears the bountiful fruit of thankfulness.
But the quietness? That has been the true blessing.
Have you ever been in or seen images from the eye of a hurricane? I can't remember how old I was when Hurricane Frederick swept through Florida but I do remember crouching in the hallway of my aunt's house, all tucked up to be protected from tornadoes. I can recall the sleepy confusion that was tinged with fear being held back by the comfort of my parents and siblings being near. What I remember best though, is when they woke us all up to go outside when the eye passed over. The eerie calm and greenish sky...the stillness and silence.
I've sensed that same sort of calm...the peace in the midst of the storm to get all cliched about it...lately.
You watch the news or listen to the radio about Japan and you get quiet. Humbled and in awe at the fury of the storm that seems to be raging around you...but leaving you untouched. And you ache to think of anything you can do that will ease the suffering that is almost incomprehensible.
Last night my niece was at the hospital. Words like spinal tap and meningitis will create that vacuum where everything slows down and you stand in the quiet it made. You pray and you trust. And you breathe deep when they take the words back.
A friend sends word that her military brother and his pregnant wife are in Bahrain and even though they are now evacuating all civilians they have to the way of danger and uncertainty.
Stories...real life moments...of grief and loss...of greed and sin...the knowledge of our own inadequate ability to change anything. They swirl and blow furiously but right in that moment...that exact moment when we realize how helpless we needy we are...He reminds us that we are frail but He is not...and that He has remembered our frame.
I've learned not to be frightened by the quiet or the time of stillness that sometimes surrounds us when there is so much wrong 'out there'. He speaks in that place. And when it all has accomplished His purpose the storm is silenced.


Christine said...

Good thoughts...right there with you.

Beckie said...