My Soul Is Filled With His Faithfulness

The light of the setting sun is reflected in pinks and blues and golden light across a band of clouds that spans the eastern sky, and mesmerized, I reflect on the faithfulness of God.  I have always been a cloud-watcher. The sky fascinates me, and the constantly changing scene played out tonight across the vast heaven draws me closer to God.

It fills my soul.

God speaks to me in whispers of hope, and touches my eyes with His foreverness.  I am uplifted. He is the God of Hope. He has always been there, He is firm, He never fails. And when at last He comes for me, I will be with Him forever in heaven.

Our church has a monthly memory hymn. For the month of August it is “Be Still My Soul.”

“As the hart panteth after the water brooks, so panteth my soul after thee, O God.
2My soul thirsteth for God, for the living God: when shall I come and appear before God?
3My tears have been my meat day and night, while they continually say unto me, Where is thy God?
4When I remember these things, I pour out my soul in me: for I had gone with the multitude, I went with them to the house of God, with the voice of joy and praise, with a multitude that kept holyday.
5Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and
Why art thou disquieted in me? hope thou in God: for I shall yet praise him for the help of his countenance.” Psalm 42:1-5

Be Still My Soul

by Catharina von Schlegel, 1697-?
Translated by Jane Borthwick, 1813-1897

Be still, my soul: the Lord is on thy side.
Bear patiently the cross of grief or pain.
Leave to thy God to order and provide;
In every change, He faithful will remain.
Be still, my soul: thy best, thy heavenly Friend
Through thorny ways leads to a joyful end.

Be still, my soul: thy God doth undertake
To guide the future, as He has the past.
Thy hope, thy confidence let nothing shake;
All now mysterious shall be bright at last.
Be still, my soul: the waves and winds still know
His voice Who ruled them while He dwelt below.

Be still, my soul: when dearest friends depart,
And all is darkened in the vale of tears,
Then shalt thou better know His love, His heart,
Who comes to soothe thy sorrow and thy fears.
Be still, my soul: thy Jesus can repay
From His own fullness all He takes away.

Be still, my soul: the hour is hastening on
When we shall be forever with the Lord.
When disappointment, grief and fear are gone,
Sorrow forgot, love’s purest joys restored.
Be still, my soul: when change and tears are past
All safe and blessèd we shall meet at last.

Be still, my soul: begin the song of praise
On earth, be leaving, to Thy Lord on high;
Acknowledge Him in all thy words and ways,
So shall He view thee with a well pleased eye.
Be still, my soul: the Sun of life divine
Through passing clouds shall but more brightly shine.

Singing this hymn is balm to my soul.  I am filled with the goodness–the sureness–of His love, His presence…of Him.

May your week begin with praise and end with singing.