I live down a winding road thick with forest, where the changing autumn light shines golden as it twirls amidst the shadows. Today, the leaves on the oaks and maples are clapping while the pines sway in a gentle breath of the west wind.
And I’m reminded of a night years ago, on a drive home from a Supertones concert with one of my best friends.
And we drove long, straight roads through flat farmlands in the dark of a world that seemed sleeping. Our hearts lit as we listened in the calm to these words put to song:
Lord, I have heard of your fame;
I stand in awe of your deeds, Lord.
Repeat them in our day,
in our time make them known;
in wrath remember mercy.
We’d both received this mercy of God, when His wrath was just. When His compassion moved Him to pity. And He saved us from the darkness that clouded our souls. We heard of His fame, and His deeds gripped us. Our hearts hungry for Him and crying, “Repeat your works in our day — in our generation!”
I’ve long since walked a winding path like the road I live on. One that’s hovered in the shadows and danced in the light. I’ve clapped in awe of a God who works wonders, and I’ve swayed in the winds of heartbreak and confusion. But something always keeps me from running off the path, and I realize it’s His mercy.
In our day, He longs to show His deeds.
I cry to see them.
And He opens my eyes to all that’s around me when the golden light and the west wind sweep me once again into His mercies.
I’m linking up with Lisa-Jo and the Five Minute Friday community on the prompt, mercy. I wrote the first paragraph of this yesterday, and then sat on my thoughts till this morning, so I’m a day late! :)