Daily D – Isaiah 46:3-4
Isaiah 46:3, 4
“Listen to me, descendants of Jacob, all you who remain in Israel.
I have cared for you since you were born.
Yes, I carried you before you were born.
I will be your God throughout your lifetime— until your hair is white with age.
I made you, and I will care for you.
I will carry you along and save you.”
(NLT)
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What God says to me is more important than any other words I will hear. How I respond is more important than any other decisions I will make. Included with his instructions are the resources necessary for their completion.
Two signs of aging:
First, I had a Zoom meeting last Monday. I switched on my ring lights and made sure my background was uncluttered. When the other person arrived and my camera went live, I noticed my graying hair, once so dark, was now so white. Not completely, not yet, but not far away.
Second, the woman who cuts my hair noticed a white hair in my left eyebrow. It is regrowing with rapidity and stands out from among its peers.
Come to think of it, no one has said to me recently, “You’re awfully young to do that, aren’t you?”
Believe it or not, there is some good news. Here’s what God tells us in this text:
* We would not be where we are today apart from his loving care and supervision.
* We will never get where we’re going apart from his shepherding presence.
* We will never be abandoned along the way.
* When we are too feeble and frail to continue, he will care for us, carry us, and deliver us safely home.
That’s good news for a Monday.
Carry on.
When you can’t carry on, count on God to carry you.
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I will carry on with the next steps God has for me today knowing that when I cannot carry on, he will carry me.
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Our Father, an old hymn comes to mind. Someone who has been down this road has marked it well. Thank you for Isaac Watts and his memorable song that speaks to our hearts this morning and gives us words of praise and thanksgiving:
O God, our Help in ages past,
our Hope for years to come,
our Shelter from the stormy blast,
and our eternal Home.
Under the shadow of Thy throne
Thy saints have dwelt secure;
sufficient is Thine arm alone,
and our defense is sure.
Before the hills in order stood,
or earth received its frame,
from everlasting Thou art God,
to endless years the same.
A thousand ages in Thy sight
are like an evening gone,
short as the watch that ends the night
before the rising sun.
Time, like an ever-rolling stream
bears all its sons away;
they fly forgotten, as a dream
dies at the op’ning day.
O God, our Help in ages past,
our Hope for years to come,
be Thou our Guard while life shall last,
and our eternal Home!
Amen.
* O God, Our Help in Ages Past, _Celebrating Grace Hymnal_, Celebrating Grace, Inc., 2010
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