Let them sing their celebration-songs for the coming of the cloud rider whose name is Yah! To the fatherless he is a father. To the widow he is a champion friend. The lonely he makes part of a family. The prisoners he leads into prosperity until they sing for joy. This is our Holy God in his Holy Place! But for the rebels there is heartache and despair. Psalm 68:4-5 TPT
Lately I haven’t been sleeping well so in the night, I try to meditate on who God is to me. I’ve known God since birth, but I formed relationship with Him 2 years after my father died. I was a lost, confused teenager when I was invited to a Pentecostal type service. After asking forgiveness and being baptized in the Holy Spirit, I became a totally different person. I began reading my Bible and getting to know Jesus for myself.
I’d spend hours out in the field across from our house, sitting on a log, crying and talking to God. At first it was a one way conversation, but soon I began hearing Him speaking back, answering my questions, assuring me of His love. It wasn’t how I was raised, this interaction was something birthed of the Spirit deep inside of me.
Over the years, He’s become a trusted confidant, a wise counselor and intimate friend. He’s comforted me so often when I cried in the night. He’s chastened me when I was wrong and walked with me when I was alone. He’s my best friend, one that never leaves me, even when I’ve done something stupid or been just plain stubborn. He’s so patient with me. Much more patient than I am with others or even deserve.
I must tell Him how much I love Him, that He alone is Holy and that each and everyday, I’m thankful for His touch on my life. I know where I would be without Him–lonely, a rebel with heartache and despair. I will sing a new song to Him! He’s worthy to be praised!