I woke this morning with words tumbling around in my head.
I don't use the word cacophony on a regular basis, but this is where that word should be used. My head was filled with a 'harsh, discordant mixture of sounds.' The words mostly had to do with the election here in the U.S. (the debate and all the back-and-forth discussion during and after on social media), but such information overload happens other times as well.
The other day I wrote about my devotional plans and about Music Monday, the idea of adding hymn study to Monday's devotional time. After reading and praying, and hearing God's words so clearly in a couple of matters, I opened a hymnal.
I got to thinking about my grandmother. My grandmother Mimi was a character. She had several responsibilities in church, as she was the pastor's wife, the nursery coordinator, and the head of what was called back then the "Beginners Department." The Beginners were the '4's and 5's,' and the church was large enough that they had their own large room and several teachers.
I remember Mimi telling me once about teaching the Beginners beyond what most, at the time, thought was appropriate little-kid Sunday School material. She taught them often to "marry a Christian," which prompted her co-workers to chuckle. She also set aside the usual little songs and taught the children hymns, especially "O Worship the King."
I think she was wise to do both.
So I looked up "O Worship the King."
I got out my notebook and began to write - verse after verse. It took time, and it took focus, longer than if I'd just read the familiar hymn.
The words began to sing in my head, first in phrases, then in whole lines, then in the totality of the beauty of this song. Other concerns, other thoughts and fears and burdens got crowded out by "Our Shield and Defender, the Ancient of Days."
Later on my morning walk, I thought about how God's canopy is space. I kept hearing that He has a path on the wings of the storm, that His care is bountiful. What calming truths.
Psalm 94:19 says, "In the multitude of my thoughts within me Thy comforts delight my soul."
A hymn like O Worship the King is one of those comforts. It renews my mind, and brings a measure of peace.
"Frail children of dust, and feeble as frail, in Thee do we trust, nor find Thee to fail. Thy mercies, how tender, how firm to the end, our Maker, Defender, Redeemer and Friend."