“Jacob-wrestling God fights for us, God-of-Angel-Armies protects us.” – Psalm 46:3 MSG
The destiny of a blade of grass is uncertain. Growing and reaching long enough to see how unremarkable he is against the countless just like him. He sees others ripped up, cut down, choked out, and stomped. How does he know he won’t reach the same end? How does he know he won’t be swallowed up by his own insignificance?
You wobble in your balance. Standing on two feet against the torrent of directionless. You waver when you’re trying to stand still. The difference between peace and despair is in your head. Half full or half empty. Entitlement or gift.
You have roots, your own notch in the system, and your own signature. You consume and produce, leaving your flavor as matter travels through you from ancient, gathering you into itself, and carrying you forever into what is to come. You are your own version of immortality by just being here. Your body has a shorter lifespan than your presence. Death can’t even stop your imprint. You matter.
“God lives here, the streets are safe, God at your service from crack of dawn. Godless nations rant and rave, kings and kingdoms threaten, but earth does anything he says.” – Psalm 46:5-6 MSG
Can you stand fearless on the cliff-edge of doom and shut your eyes because the breeze is better there? Do you know that He looks at you like you’re His only one?
Don’t be afraid. The moon tugs the sea like a blanket and He made it move like that. The earth rolls over in the depths, and He made it shake like that. The sky snores and cracks because He said so.
“He plants flowers and trees all over the earth, bans war from pole to pole, breaks all the weapons across his knee.” – Psalm 46: 9-10 MSG
There is nothing, destruction bent, that has you mastered. No harm can unravel your complexity.
He fights for us. He protects us. He breaks all the weapons across His knee.