High Above the Waters

Where were you when I laid the foundation of the earth? Who determined its measurements— Or who stretched the line upon it? On what were its bases sunk, or who laid its cornerstone, when the morning stars sang together and all the sons of God shouted for joy? Or who shut in the sea with doors when it burst out from the womb, when I made clouds its garment and thick darkness its swaddling band, and prescribed limits for it and set bars and doors, and said, ‘Thus far shall you come, and no farther, and here shall your proud waves be stayed’?” “The Lord reigns; he is robed in majesty; the Lord is robed; he has put on strength as his belt. Yes, the world is established; it shall never be moved. Your throne is established from of old; you are from everlasting. The floods have lifted up, O Lord, the floods have lifted up their voice; the floods lift up their roaring. Mightier than the thunders of many waters, mightier than the waves of the sea, the Lord on high is mighty! Your decrees are very trustworthy; holiness befits your house, O Lord, forevermore.” Job 38:4-11; Psalm 93

The LORD reigns. Righteous, upright, stable, unshakeable, the King is enthroned on high, forever. He is regal, robed in majesty, authority, strength, might, perfection, and He is eternal, from everlasting to everlasting God. We cannot plumb His depths, we cannot measure the breadth of His love, we cannot contain His power, we cannot describe His splendor. What floods, what waters, what waves, can shake us when He, with absolute and perfect authority, rules over and above all? (1 Kings 8:27; Psalm 90:2; 103:11-12)

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When I am flooded with anxiety, fears for the future or doubt of the unknown, the God Who is all-knowing and all-good cannot be shaken. When I am choking in the pressure of responsibilities, weary of another assignment, a harrowing test, a vicious attack, God is strong, Lord over the waters, Master over the boundaries of the seemingly-overwhelming sea. When engulfed by relentless torrents of grief, thinking I may never breathe normally again, the majestic King of life blows over the waves and stills the churning, sorrow-filled heart. When He says, ‘Peace, be still,’ no matter how deafening and tumultuous the flood’s roar, all can be at rest in the realm of my soul. (Mark 4:39)

“[May the] eyes of your hearts [be] enlightened, that you may know what is the hope to which he has called you, what are the riches of his glorious inheritance in the saints, and what is the immeasurable greatness of his power toward us who believe, according to the working of his great might that he worked in Christ when he raised him from the dead and seated him at his right hand in the heavenly places, far above all rule and authority and power and dominion, and above every name that is named, not only in this age but also in the one to come.” Ephesians 1:18-21

How will I go about knowing this King better?

Lord on High, enlighten my heart to grasp Your infinite greatness, and all it means for life here below. May every lesser god lose its luster.

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