Jennifer Upton is a blogger friend I have had the privilege of meeting in real life. The first time we saw each other, she hugged me. I bet she would do that to you, too. Her heart loves long and hard and deep for the people around her. She has been a consistent member of our little Psalms Journey community, and I am excited to host her words on my site today.
I am feeling safe today.
But the last few weeks I have felt in danger of being captured by the state of circumstances encircling me. I have felt surrounded on all sides by the truth of others causing me to face new truths of my own. The lines of victims and those who victimize becoming blurred in the excavation.
Psalm 64:6 reads "the inward mind and heart of a man are deep." To me, this says that thoughts and hearts are so deep with evil, they cannot be understood. So today, I will sow my soul upon the grounds of David's lyrical penning and build an altar among its thorny blooms as I bow my head in response.
Has anyone ever sang their truth to you
not some lovely melody to one day recall and hum along your path
but a melody that sings to the tune of "I am trusting you to respond."
God knew the truth of this child
he now needed us to know
for her to sing of
dark cellar laden hearts who whispered at her departure "make sure no one talks about this."
A haunt hymn birthed within unsettled wilderness
a wild that does not lie.
also did not lie.
Her feet tapped
her skin reddened
fear gripped and tears burst aloud.
A life revealed
a birth of brave
her depth my living room held.
This child’s truth was deep
it covered us
stealing our breath
submerged we became.
Her brokenness we swallowed whole
its sting felt in the back of our throats
the sting of a thousand truths.
When you put your faith in Jesus
your place of living becomes filled
filled by the open spaces and sinking waters of another person’s deep.
The revelation of a life becomes your own beach song
your own wilderness hymn
your throat clears
and you sing in response
their song back to them.
Many say I travel too deep, but I say one can never travel deep enough. Lover of all things turquoise & iced soy lattes. Covenant love to Tony, momma to Austin. The desire to write stories lived won’t remove its grip from me. Without understanding the purpose I keep going. I keep trusting. I blog at Spiritual Glasses and tweet at @SpiritlGlasses.
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