Habakkuk 3:17-19. Though the fig tree may not blossom, nor fruit be one the vines; Though the labor of the olive may fail, and the fields yield no food. Though the flock may be cut off from the fold, and there be no herd in the stalls- yet I will rejoice in the Lord. I will rejoice in the God of my salvation. The Lord God is my strength; he will make my feet like deers feet, and He will make me walk on my high hills.
I’m going to share this with you today. I worked on this blog this morning for three hours. Then somehow deleted it. The old Noelette subdued, did not curse! Thank you God, it’s working. After all, what would that look like even to me?
I’ve searched and searched even how to retrieve it to no avail. Someone needs this today; if only me. So here I go again!
I sat here, yesterday alone, praying. I thought I lost fear, but it began to raise its ugly head. Maybe because I’m tired of this all seemingly too long storm I can’t seem to get out of. Maybe because I just need God to answer me now because after all, isn’t enough, just enough? Is God real? Does He love me? Does He know I’m a Black woman, flawed, and unworthy of any good thing, And because of that has left me alone? No that’s not drama, that’s the Divider, trying to break me. And yet this morning, He gives me this text. One I have memorized and written about before. I don’t even know how it came to me today to be honest. I wasn’t going to write anything, period. I was just going to pray. There’s something about praying even in the worst of times, times when you might be angry at God, time when you just want to give up and don’t even believe God hears or cares. But you do it. So here I go again.
I marvel at this text because it’s a prayer offered after God tells Habakkuk that all hell is getting ready to break loose on his people. Habakkuk cries, and pleads with God and God let’s him know, this will all happen and but it’s going to be ok. It’s a fascinating read. Really. But then Habakkuk, musters up this song of faith, knowing the impending doom.
Then, like now, God is true to His word. And sometimes it just hard to believe. It’s difficult when you’ve been given test results showing cancer, or some other life threatening disease. It’s hard after loosing a child to death for no explainable reason. When you can’t seem to get ahead of bills and you just can’t seem to get a break, and you actually have no one or no place to turn to. When help is promised and doesn’t come through, what do you do? Like, for real,what do you do? And then you hear all manner of suggestions for your life from people with their own messes. So this year promise yourself to take everything to God first! He’ll do what He does best. So what do you do? Sing? Praise? Well actually yes.
Habakkuk writes this song. I’m writing music to his lyrics this year. One of the twenty compositions for 2020. I warn you now, it will not be a classical, nor jazz, nor even a contemporary gospel song, nor will it be a hymn, because this is not a song without the feeling of tragedy, pain and loss, all in the midst of the praise. This is a song not sung in the light, but of hope to come out to the light. It’s a song we need to sing now, today. It’s a song you need to sing while lonely, disappointed, needing a home, a car to get to work, some money to pay bills today! How do you sing this song today? Only God..really, only God. Only His Holy Spirit infusing power! Through PRAYER!
Ok I did not write this like this before! But this is what we’ll do today ok. I’m tired, I’m in need and so are you. Of something. It’s been too long of a test. I can hardly breathe!
My Spirit filled friend said this, “if God has a plan for your life, He will never allow anything to happen to you that He has not foreknown or made allowance for”. It’s up to you to believe that or not. I have no choice. God is all I have. How about you! Let’s pray today, let’s praise today, let’s sing, today, now...Even.