God is our refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble.
Therefore we will not fear, though the earth should change,
though the mountains shake in the heart of the sea;
though its waters roar and foam, though the mountains tremble with its tumult. Selah
There is a river whose streams make glad the city of God, the holy habitation of the Most High.
God is in the midst of the city; it shall not be moved; God will help it when the morning dawns.
The nations are in an uproar, the kingdoms totter; he utters his voice, the earth melts.
The Lord of hosts is with us; the God of Jacob is our refuge. Selah
Come, behold the works of the Lord; see what desolations he has brought on the earth.
He makes wars cease to the end of the earth; he breaks the bow, and shatters the spear;
he burns the shields with fire.
“Be still, and know that I am God! I am exalted among the nations, I am exalted in the earth.”
The Lord of hosts is with us; the God of Jacob is our refuge. Selah ~Psalm 46
There are certain psalms that peel me open just a little bit; I have a physical reaction to them. This is one. So well known. So present with me at selected times of tumult and earthquake. (I recognize the potential for self-pity of the upper-middle class white American female, even the closeted lesbian that I am... I have no intention to compare the plights of my own heartbreak and fear to those of people pulling their children's bodies out from the rubble of their schools in the Sichuan province).
I remember reading this psalm with a start on 9/11/01, as the top of my head metaphorically opened up and new possibilities-- scary ones-- entered in.
Though the earth should change...
I remember reading this psalm as my marriage was ending and I didn't see a path before me, at least not one beyond "Get up tomorrow, feed the kids, go to work."
I will not fear...
I remember reading this psalm a moment ago, as I pondered the GLBT-friendly announcement I have placed in this Sunday's bulletin, and heard back almost immediately that a staff person was disturbed by it.
Though my job security should shake and plunge into the sea...
I remember reading this psalm a year from now, when I am out and everyone in the whole world knows about me, and I either have a church call or I don't, and I either have my ministry or I don't.
God will help me when morning dawns...
I remember reading this psalm ten years from now, when Beloved and I are living together at last.