Jehovah was not in the wind. And after the wind, an earthquake: Jehovah was not in the earthquake.
And after the earthquake, a fire: Jehovah was not in the fire. And after the fire, a soft gentle voice. (1Kings 19:11-12)

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Wednesday, July 23, 2014

We Sing of His Steadfast Love that Endures Forever ~ Words of Life Wednesdays ~ A Link-up

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“Only let each person lead the life
that the Lord has assigned to him,
and to which God has called him.”
{1 Corinthinans 7:17}

To put it frankly, this is not the life I would have chosen for myself.

Is anyone really comfortable in the skin they are in? Can one truly be content in circumstances beyond control?

We are a people who like to take control? But we lose our footing and our faith is so small. And we realize we never really had much say in it all anyway.

The boy growing up without a father. The widow grieving her beloved taken much too early. The wife waking up to a nightmare of a trial she never would have ever dreamed. The husband holding on to hope when all appears to be hopeless. The mother who weeps for her child swollen with malnutrition. The loved one’s lives ended because planes are shot down.

This world wreaks havoc in our lives. We are the fallen people and we keep on falling.



We pack up clothes and kids like a can of sardines and drive to the Island with red-ribbon roads lined with pink and purple lupins and yellow buttercups, and the sapphire-blue ocean to celebrate life and to get a way from all of life’s uncertainties.

For forty years he’s been a wanderer in this world not his home, and no one can be sure of her days, so we mean to celebrate every moment to the fullest. We watch the tides and we dig for treasures, but there is no getting away from tragedy, and heartache, and loss, and death.

Not in this world.

But there is something greater.

We sing of it as we the wheels roll on and the kilometres click away and we get closer to the ocean.

Cause in this life, the one that I would not have chosen, really when I stop to consider all the good things God has graciously given, how can I not sing His praise.

“Oh, You’re rich in love and you’re slow to anger,

Your name is great and your heart is kind,

For all your goodness I will keep on singing.

Ten thousand reasons for my heart to find.

The fallen ones who became the chosen ones who had faith in the One whose love never fails, they sang of it.

Of His goodness. His great wonders. In creation. In protection. In deliverance. And redemption.

Over and over they sing; giving thanks.

For His steadfast love endures forever.

The Good Shepherd leads us to quiet waters. He tends us lovingly. We stand in the setting sun and we see it all as grace upon grace. We wonder at His creation and we marvel at His goodness. We slow down and sing loud and stop to pick lupins and search for sea glass.

We open the window to the sea and open our eyes to really see.




Life ebbs and flows, tides of life rise and fall, eroding away hope, pulling down, but His love is as constant as the waves as it washes over me.

He is supreme over all and His steadfast love, His mercy never ends.



I don’t know why I have been given this life where I can sit before still waters and many mourn their loved ones shot down from the sky.

I can’t make sense of people dying from cancer and bombs, and babies crying from aching bellies and mother’s with broken hearts.

But this I know with all my heart.

The steadfast love of the Lord endures forever.

To Him I will give thanks with all the worshiping congregation. For He is good.

This is my ultimate purpose: that I would proclaim His excellencies.

It is the same as His ultimate goal: that His people would declare His praise.

Life may not always make sense, but this is how I always need to see it.

The life that I never would have chosen, but it is the one He has chosen for me.

In suffering we can endure and do good, we can follow in His steps because He is good and His steadfast love endures. {1 Peter 2:21}

To this we have been called.


And by His grace, for all eternity we will never stop singing this same song over and over and over.

Of His steadfast love that endures forever.

“Still my soul will sing your praise unending.

Ten thousand years and forevermore.”





6 comments:

  1. Beautiful post. Stopping by from Coffee for Your Heart.

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  2. this is so beautiful. it produces a soul ache. These words are life. This is my favorite line, "The fallen ones who became the chosen ones who had faith in the One whose love never fails, they sang of it." isn't it interesting that in suffering we stand most changed, refined, and comforted. I love your words Rebecca and that extravagant lupine's color was beautiful splashed upon your page. Thanks

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  3. Love this beautifully written reminder of why we are all here. Thank you for restating our mission- to sing His praise so that others may know Him..."And by His grace, for all eternity we will never stop singing this same song over and over and over." Great post!

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  4. I was very much touched by this post today. This line especially: "We are the fallen people and we keep on falling." Yes, such a broken world full of such broken people with such broken hearts. It is only God, the Author of Love and Hope, that keeps my heart from sinking.

    HIS steadfast love endures forever, indeed. And it is His love that buoys my soul in a world gone mad. Forever He is faithful, and His hand holds us all.

    GOD BLESS!

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  5. Beautiful post, Rebekah. The one thing in this life we can know for certain is that the steadfast love of the Lord endures forever. So grateful that it does! Blessings!

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  6. It isn't the life I would have chosen, but it is the life He chose for me.
    So profound, and those are beautiful pictures!

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