Sitting with Scripture
This morning as I sat with this Psalm, I felt something catch my attention in the first line. I know that when that happens, it is God inviting me to stay there for a bit and to explore a bit deeper. It is hard to describe because it feels very small, and quite subtle. As I sat, I realized that the idea of needing justice today didn’t resonate with me and so I told God that. But rather than just carrying on to the rest of the Scripture, I realized that there was a question from the Spirit in response:
Invitation
I averted my gaze while inside me a debate was raging…
Should I stop and ask her if she needs help? Do I have time for this?
… and excuses ran rampant:
I don’t have any cash in my wallet. What if I can’t give her what she wants? What if her needs are too big for me? Or what if I don’t know where to find the help that she needs?
Truth be told, I was fearful. I was fearful of the deep need and desperation that I saw on her face. What if her needs were too much for me to handle?