"Then they cried to the Lord in their trouble,
And He brought them out of their distresses.
He caused the storm to be still,
So that the waves of the sea were hushed.
Then they were glad because they were quiet,
So He guided them to their desired haven.
Let them give thanks to the Lord
for His lovingkindess,
And for His wonders to the sons of men!
Let them extol Him also in the congregation of the people,
And praise Him at the seat of the elders."
Just a wee reminder from looking upon these verses from before, God is good.
He brought them out of their distresses.
He stilled the storm.
Yes, the verses are talking about salty ol' seamen who still had the dried salt mixed with sand on their lips where they had knelt down and kissed the shore. Adam Clarke, who wrote in the 1700's from England, says that he remembers many a time that sailors in the congregation, glad to have been spared once again from the angry face of the deeps, had sent a note up to the pastor to be read in thanks for God's providence that had kept them safe. Did someone in David's congregation, some such seaman, send a rolled up scroll to the psalmist to remind them to be included in the song of praise? Had the psalmist waited with families looking over the stormy seas to watch for their loved ones' boats to come in?
Yet, we all have been storm-tossed at some time or other, haven't we? Haven't we cried to be delivered from our distress, from broken-heartedness? Hasn't our longing been to find safe haven in this ol'sinful world? "He brought them out." Those are beautiful words whether they remind us of God bringing His people out of slavery in Egypt or from the boat full of holes we can't bail fast enough.
Going to the sea to find rest for the soul is a blessing in and of itself. It proves that when we come to the end, where the water meets the shore, something is bigger than us. The lapping waves are a constant. God is unchanging. It only took mere minutes standing on the cold beach at Montana de Oro recently to feel the pressures and worries released. The salt in the air, the sound of the waves, the wind tugging my hair, the sand beneath my bare feet all combined to sooth my soul. It felt the same to this 62 year old as it had when I lived there at 16, God in His natural habitat.
"He caused the storm to be still...
When He stills the storm, in the quiet, may we know His peace. So, I will extol Him in the congregation of facebook and praise Him at the site of my blog and give thanks to the Lord for His lovingkindness.