Friday morning and the fiveminutefriday prompt awaits. WANDER. I check my Bible and it is full of stories of when the Israelites wandered from the path and became lost in the desert, or overcome by enemies. Does anyone else have weeks like that? I thought I was on he right track, preparing for a big family event, researching a difficult section of my third book, troubled by family sickness. As the week went on I became fenced in by the track of duty and perfectionism, and increasingly fearful.
This morning, my mind and spirit in turmoil, I put on rubber boots, collected the dog and went for a walk by the river. Leaves drifted over the slow flowing current. Vegetation decayed in the sluggish margins and ducks feasted in the well stocked water. An elderly dog and her owner limped along the gravelled path, savouring each other’s enjoyment.
The rage in head and heart transformed into the grief filled words of Psalm 57
Have mercy on me, my God, have mercy on me,
for in you I take refuge.
I will take refuge in the shadow of your wings
until the disaster has passed.
I thought I was failing life but I had wandered back to God and found the serenity I need to carry on, in his strength.
Be exalted, O God, above the heavens;
let your glory be over all the earth.
May he give you the peace you need today, in his grace.