“The Lord will not forsake his people;
he will not abandon his heritage…
Who rises up for me against the wicked?
Who stands up for me against evildoers?
If the Lord had not been my help,
my soul would soon have lived in the land of silence.
When I thought, ‘My foot slips,’
your steadfast love, O Lord, held me up.
When the cares of my heart are many,
your consolations cheer my soul…
The Lord has become my stronghold,
and my God the rock of my refuge.” Psalm 94: 14,16-19,22
“Humble yourselves, therefore, under the mighty hand of God so that at the proper time he may exalt you, casting all your cares on him, because he cares for you.” 1 Peter 5:7
The psalmist’s song is thick with conviction: The Lord never forsakes His own. He is ever near as help, stronghold, and rock of refuge. The writer’s certitude is borne of experience. When evil people threatened to consume him, God faithfully and perfectly intervened. His heaviest cares were no match for heavenly consolation, his soul’s darkest sorrows were flooded with cheer. The more he trusted, the more real became his divine Fortress.

There cannot be consolation’s cheer without cares’ fear, angst, and weight. We would never know the sweet balm of comfort were it not for sorrow, God’s strong defense if we recognized no enemies. Over experiences harsh and kind, we learn that the Lord gives, the Lord takes away, and we can bless His name. He is ever on our side to defend and console. (Job 1:21; Psalm 23:3-4; Matthew 5:4; Romans 8:31-39; 2 Corinthians 1:3-4)
How familiar are our hurting hearts with God’s benevolent economy? What presently chafes, chokes, or crushes? Do we feel forsaken, forgotten? Do we wrestle with why, or look to God’s Who? Do we fight with our own smarts and strength, or look to the Shepherd of our souls? He will not abandon, rather always draw near.
Might God lead us to the wilderness to meet us with His presence, allow pain and sorrow to apply His soothing balm? Where can we expect His support and sustaining? Choosing to trust His sovereignty in every circumstance opens the way to experience His upholding and enabling, and there we find cheer.
“All the way my Savior leads me.
What have I to ask beside?
Can I doubt his tender mercy,
Who thru’ life has been my Guide?
Heav’nly peace, divinest comfort,
Here by faith in him to dwell!
For I know, whate’er befall me,
Jesus fashions all things well.
All the way my Savior leads me,
Cheers each winding path I tread;
Gives me grace for ev’ry trial,
Feeds me with the living Bread.
Tho’ my weary steps may falter,
And my soul athirst may be,
Gushing from the Rock before me,
Lo! A spring of joy I see.
All the way my Savior leads me;
Oh, the fullness of His love!
Perfect rest to me is promised
In my Father’s house above.
When my spirit, cloth’d immortal,
Wings its flight to realms of day
This my song thru’ endless ages:
Jesus led me all the way.” ~Fanny Crosby (1875)
Lord, help me expect and rest in Your generous care and consolations, to Your praise.









