The shadows surround me,
The dark winds circle,
The enemy entrenches around me,
Their weapons are drawn against,
My body fails me,
My life dances as a vapour,
Nothing goes right,
Everything seems to be working against me,
I have come to ruin,
And death awaits me,
“I know that my redeemer lives,
and that in the end, he will stand on the earth.
And after my skin has been destroyed,
yet in my flesh, I will see God;
I myself will see him
with my own eyes—I, and not another.
How my heart yearns within me!”
Lord, whatever my life may be, whatever it may look like…whether good or bad…You reign.
You are God. You stand victorious overall. Over death. Over Hell. Over sin. Over the enemy.
You are the Victor. You are King. You are LORD, the One who reigns most high. The Only One that is above all, with power and might and glory and majesty. There is no God like You.
And whatever happens to me, as terrible as it may be, as low as I may be brought…I know this.
My Redeemer lives.
This is my confidence, that my life, my heart, my soul, will not be lost. This is my assurance, that as much as the enemy, as darkness, as evil circles me, the story is not done. Not for my glory. Not for me to honoured. But for His.
That the world will know the awesome power of Lord Almighty. That all peoples would know that He is the God that crosses over and saves his people from calamity, from slavery, from death. That this Redeemer is the “And yet…” to my story.
The Redeemer lives. The Redeemer is not done yet.
Whatever encircles me, whatever encroaches on us today, Lord…
Remind us. Remind our weary hearts. Remind our scared and busy minds. Remind our thirsty souls.
Remind us of what Job knew…