Psalm 63: 1-8
O God, you are my God;
I earnestly search for you.
I earnestly search for you.
My soul thirsts for you;
my whole body longs for you
in this parched and weary land
where there is no water.
I have seen you in your sanctuary
and gazed upon your power and glory.
Your unfailing love is better than life itself;
how I praise you!
I will praise you as long as I live,
lifting up my hands to you in prayer.
You satisfy me more than the richest feast.
I will praise you with songs of joy.
I lie awake thinking of you,
meditating on you through the night.
Because you are my helper,
I sing for joy in the shadow of your wings.
I cling to you;
your strong right hand holds me securely.
I lie awake thinking of you,
meditating on you through the night.
Because you are my helper,
I sing for joy in the shadow of your wings.
I cling to you;
your strong right hand holds me securely.
Friends, we have spent three days at the wedding in Cana. We have delighted in seeing Jesus celebrate his friends, and we have taken in the elaborate feast. We have watched Mary's face closely, and have peeked at the servants filling the jugs with water. We have marveled at the miracle, and we have felt the joy of knowing Jesus. We have experienced his abundance. The brimming jugs filled with Living Water and Redemption. The measure of all the fullness of God.
Three days. Which is the exact number of days into the wedding feast when the wine ran out. Three days in and all that man had provided ran dry, and Jesus showed up. He always does.
And also . . . He was invited.
Beloved, let's invite him this morning.
Where we are empty, let's beg him fill.
Where we are burdened, let's cast our cares on him.
Where we are weary, let's take his light yoke.
When I was little and emotional and exaggerative and a heap of ragged edges, my mom would sit down with me and gently beckon, "Tell me your troubles." One by one they would bubble up. And the confessing of all my burdens and struggles released them. My little prism-like spin drifts floated out of my heart and far away.
Today, let's sit quietly, and invite him.
Let's tell him our troubles. Rest in His Word. Linger over our coffee. Let's empty ourselves of what steals our refreshment so that He can fill us to the measure of all the fullness of God.
Thank you for this beautiful reminder...to invite him...not just to go to him--whether it's in praise and thanksgiving, or with our anxiety and struggles--but to INVITE him into the place he is already active! His yoke is easy and his burden is light, and I want to always be mindful to stay in constant communication with him...and not wallow in my own concern for the things in my life.
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