Ponder Anew The Old Truths
When I listen to old hymns, my mind wonders back to childhood. The church on the corners of two streets, across the street from the gun shop. The gravel parking lot stood in the center of three buildings. The office, the Sunday school rooms, and the fellowship hall. The hymns remind me again of standing on the red carpet with the brown folding down chairs.
Even today, when I dream about my childhood, or church, my subconscious takes me back to that old building where I found Jesus, learned to love Him, and found Him the sweet Savior I know Him today. It was just a building. It wasn’t special or unique, but the rooms, the color of the walls, the location of the stairs, the back rooms and hallways are ebbed in my memory. I can’t shake the feeling that hymns mean childhood.
Today, when I sing the hymns, I hear the tunes from my growing up years, but the words are for me now – into adulthood. It is one of the reasons I’ve fallen in love with Sara Grove’s newest album: Abide With Me. The mixture of the old with the beauty of new instruments and variations speak to a deep place in my heart. The lyrics speak in a new way, as an adult.
Ponder anew what the Almighty can do.
Who with His love does befriend.
Ponder anew, the wings of His mercy will shade you.
Ponder anew, the spirit uplifts and sustains you. (Praise to the Lord)
I’m pondering anew the same messages I’ve heard since childhood.
Rest in God.
Abide in Jesus.
When God speaks to my heart these days, I must be quiet. The loudness of life is overwhelming. Five kids. Christian school. Homeschooling. Moving to Honduras. A crazy toddler. A special needs daughter. Being a wife and mother. Serving in church. It all crowds for a voice in my heart.
Instead, God is reminding me that the commands from scripture to find Him sufficient is never more important than during this time in my life. Life’s season right now makes me want to pull up my sleeves and get to work. With the reminder of the old hymns, I’m reminded again of the “old ways.”
You see, whenI think about my childhood church, it seems like a different life. The life of a child is a slower life. A life of trust in those who are bigger. A life resting in the fact that God is true. Children trust in a way I’ve forgotten.
Could we with ink, the ocean fill
And were the skies of parchment made.
Were every tree on earth a quill
And every man a scribe by trade
To write the Love of God above
Would drain the oceans dry.
No could the scroll contain the whole
Though stretched from sky to sky
O Love of God, who rich and pure
How measureless and strong
It shall evermore endure.
The saints and angels song. (The Love of God)
Sing of God’s love and don’t forget the strength found in his everlasting lovingkindness. We will endure because of the love of God.
Pondering anew the old truths will create in me a gentle reminder to be still. To rely on God for strength. To rest in His provision. To not let the weariness of life, social media, politics, or the news weigh on my heart. They weigh on his heart, and He can bear it.
Today, as a momma of five, I have a busy full schedule. I dread this day all week long because I know it is horribly busy. God is inviting me, in the middle of the busy to see His hand. TO hear His voice. To feel his touch. And to rest in the truth of who He is.
One of my passions is to help you find God in your busy days. Will you join me this summer? Find out how I’m keeping God a center part of my summer.