The sun is shining brightly, and yet I feel like the dawn has not yet broken on the day. The world is weighty with suffering, and the shadows push hard into every corner. Strength is so easily melted like candle wax in this present time, even for the most resilient of souls. I need a mountain right now, a fresh-air place to sit and breathe, a place for holy wind to find my lungs. Vision becomes clear on the mountain and light breaks there first to bring hope. I turn to Psalm 45 and whisper, “please light, shine – push back darkness and strengthen hearts and hands to bear the burden.” And what I see on the page becomes a love note to the One who is worthy of all the words.
I pray the words lift you.
If I could pen a love song, it would be to You. You, my King, are worthy of all the melodies and harmonies. I hear them now, and they all sing their adoration to You.
I stare into Your beauty and hear the grace You speak, the blessings You share that have been shared with You. Strength runs like rivers through You, and fear melts away in Your presence. Enemies flee, the weak are given strength and the weary are given hope. You hold up a sword and slice through the darkness, revealing radiance. And from your cloak, you hold out refreshment and joy like oil to pour over me. The perfume fills every space like the angel’s share, and a crown adorns my head.
I am Yours, King. I am Yours.
And Your song is now playing, the one You wrote for me. The one of great delight and love. The one that says You find me beautiful. The one that says You call me royalty. The one that says You call me Yours.
The one that says this is Your kingdom. And You will forever reign. (love note inspired by Psalm 45)
