The Lord sits enthroned over the flood. The Lord is enthroned as King forever. The Lord gives strength to His people. The Lord blesses His people with peace. (vs. 10-11)
The picture of a huge thunderstorm in which the voice of the Lord has clapped like thunder and shot like lightning, breaking trees until forests are stripped bare and the desert shakes with the rumblings of it is the drama David wants us to experience with him in this psalm. Pretend you are standing up on a high hill watching this carnage as the Lord travels through wreaking havoc with the storm. Man cannot control it. He may get into his car and chase after it to see the twisting power of a tornado, but he cannot start or stop it. It is a power we have not tamed. It comes rolling in of its own volition then we watch its backside as it travels past or its tail as it rises back into the sky. And we are left with the residue.
Sound a little like life? Does it ever come in like a flood, destroying, pruning, stripping, then leaving you with what is left? As a person without Christ, the flood coming toward her is ominous and deadly. No way out. No reasonable explanation for it. In the aftermath is bitterness and cynicism. Because? The randomness of life has dealt her a foul card and she must bear it. Or medicate it. Or escape it.
But our Lord sits enthroned over the flood. As King. To give His children strength and peace. The rain is gonna fall on everyone. It just does. It makes a difference, though, what our perspective is. Where are we standing while the waters come? Are we high on a hill looking at it from His vantage point, or are we being carried away with the waters? Too lofty a thought. Too deep in the waters? Remember Psalm 18:
Out of the brightness of His presence, clouds advanced, with hailstones and lightning bolts. The Lord thundered from heaven....He reached down from on high and took hold of me. He drew me out of deep waters...He brought me out into a spacious place. He rescued me because He delights in me.
Our God is Lord over our floods, even. He will take care of His own until He brings us home. His purpose is to dwell with us until that day when we dwell where He is, so He sees when we float on the raft in the raging waters. A safe place awaits us as He gives us strength to hang on. His grace will be sufficient for our emergency for He walks in it with us. The thrashings of the wooden rafter to which we hold on for dear life as the flood rises are thrashing Him, too, for He is holding onto us. Never doubt that the Lord of the flood and the storm is King forever and says to you: "Do not be afraid." And to the storm: "Enough!"
The picture of a huge thunderstorm in which the voice of the Lord has clapped like thunder and shot like lightning, breaking trees until forests are stripped bare and the desert shakes with the rumblings of it is the drama David wants us to experience with him in this psalm. Pretend you are standing up on a high hill watching this carnage as the Lord travels through wreaking havoc with the storm. Man cannot control it. He may get into his car and chase after it to see the twisting power of a tornado, but he cannot start or stop it. It is a power we have not tamed. It comes rolling in of its own volition then we watch its backside as it travels past or its tail as it rises back into the sky. And we are left with the residue.
Sound a little like life? Does it ever come in like a flood, destroying, pruning, stripping, then leaving you with what is left? As a person without Christ, the flood coming toward her is ominous and deadly. No way out. No reasonable explanation for it. In the aftermath is bitterness and cynicism. Because? The randomness of life has dealt her a foul card and she must bear it. Or medicate it. Or escape it.
But our Lord sits enthroned over the flood. As King. To give His children strength and peace. The rain is gonna fall on everyone. It just does. It makes a difference, though, what our perspective is. Where are we standing while the waters come? Are we high on a hill looking at it from His vantage point, or are we being carried away with the waters? Too lofty a thought. Too deep in the waters? Remember Psalm 18:
Out of the brightness of His presence, clouds advanced, with hailstones and lightning bolts. The Lord thundered from heaven....He reached down from on high and took hold of me. He drew me out of deep waters...He brought me out into a spacious place. He rescued me because He delights in me.
Our God is Lord over our floods, even. He will take care of His own until He brings us home. His purpose is to dwell with us until that day when we dwell where He is, so He sees when we float on the raft in the raging waters. A safe place awaits us as He gives us strength to hang on. His grace will be sufficient for our emergency for He walks in it with us. The thrashings of the wooden rafter to which we hold on for dear life as the flood rises are thrashing Him, too, for He is holding onto us. Never doubt that the Lord of the flood and the storm is King forever and says to you: "Do not be afraid." And to the storm: "Enough!"
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