Some days are hard to see "new mercies" and finding that place where we can lay our burdens seems impossible. YET God's word reminds us of this very thing of trading in our burdens, finding rest and seeing new mercies each morning. Yet as life slings itself at us, I struggle walking that path of faith.
Combining my learning styles and after reading The Last Sin Eater by Francine Rivers, I began a sketch in my mind to understand the idea of new mercies, daily. Set in the Appalachia mountains, young Cadi, wrestles the "systems that rule" her community. She challenges the fierce hold which these rules/costumes trap a village of people. It's a difficult story to relate to and comprehend but as I moved through the pages, the story began to penetrate my heart. Both the dialect and culture awkwardness faded as the message of Cadi's journey challenged my faith and understanding of God protecting me and offering His hand of provision.
My eyesight is irrelevant because this type of belief comes from within. "The eyes are the lamp to the whole body," bringing understanding and clarity. As Cadi runs from the feared community beast, protector of secrets, she finds herself trapped. No options. She's caught and facing this "giant" will end her life. At that second, she cries to God...
She kneels behind a low rock, offering little coverage, yet as the predator walks beside her, he cannot see her. His eyesight cannot penetrate the covering of God's hand, the cleft of the rock. Cadi was panting as she feared for her life, close enough to touch the feet of the one who was trying to claim her life. Why couldn't he see her? God's word became real...hidden by the cleft of the rock, totally safe from harm. Creates a vivid picture of "reclining midst my enemies" and other Old Testament imagery in unique ways.
As cheesy as this sounds, I identify with Bob Ross on PBS, for those of you who are my age, you know this artist. Big hair, soft voice and painting scenery. I amazed at his gentle style and how the seemingly thoughtless strokes or "dotting" of the brush can create a beautiful picture. My understanding of facing fears and confronting my enemies makes way for God' safety within my own life.
Like Cadi, when the predator leaves, I wonder, "Will he return? Where do I go now?" But God takes these "dots" of paint, step-by-step to make my path straight. Overwhelming, yet amazing. Thanks God for this day, in which you have provided full bellies, singing in my heart and hope in the face of many unknowns.
