Monday,
February 18 Psalm
27
Denise
DeVane
My parents grew up in Midland City, Alabama and as I
am writing this, many people here and around the world are hearing about this
town for the first time. Late in
January, a man boarded a school bus there, shot and killed the driver and
abducted a young boy. Fortunately, Ethan
was rescued and was physically unharmed by the experience.
My cousin, Dawn, a reporter for the Birmingham News,
wrote a beautiful piece for their website about this event. Dawn’s focus was the town of Midland City
where she and I and our siblings visited our grandparents, Mama Lou and Papa.
Dawn writes of memories that I share: being allowed to go barefoot—even to the
grocery store, and waiting for a train to pass on the very nearby tracks
frantically waving to the man on the caboose hoping he would wave back.
My grandparents were hard working, faithful
people. They picked cotton, enduring the
sweltering heat. And they were grateful
when they were able to work in other jobs and finally to open a small general
store.
Mama Lou and Papa exhibited a faith that was
unquestionable. Their relationship with
God was familiar and tangible. To sit in
a swing on the porch of a home they had dreamed of was more than they would
ever ask of God. They lived in gratitude
and were committed to a life under the direction of their Lord.
In Psalm 27, the psalmist speaks to God as I
expected my grandparents did. He boldly asks God to be gracious to him, to
teach and lead him. He believes he will
see the goodness of the Lord in the land of the living.
There is a virtue that the Psalmist calls for that I
believe my grandparents practiced far better than I do. Psalm 27:14 directs us to “Wait for the
Lord!” I aspire to willingly wait as my
lovely ancestors did.
Perhaps a porch swing would help.
Prayer:
Lord, give us strength to follow you and courage to trust your direction.
Challenge: Look for the goodness of the Lord in the land of the living.
Challenge: Look for the goodness of the Lord in the land of the living.
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