Deep Calls Unto Deep
Deep Calls to Deep at the Sound of Your Waterfalls; All Your Breakers and Your Waves Have Rolled Over Me. Psalms 42:7 Nasb
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Blake L Higginbotham
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Have you ever felt like you were caught in a riptide, being towed out to sea? Have you ever been rolled and tossed by the waves of the sea? Have you ever said to yourself why is this happening to me? Have you ever been depressed, despairing, and needing some relief? Yes or no?
We all have and will at some point experience the answer to the above questions. Every disciple must be willing to lay down his life in absolute surrender, and fully embrace his destiny in order to discover sonship. Every son must be willing to endure hardship as a good soldier so that he may please the enlisting officer. (Ref. 2 Timothy 2:4-7 MEV)
"Sonship is our destiny and our inheritance is wrapped up in discovery." Why are you cast down, O my soul?
As a deer longs for flowing streams, so my soul longs for you, O God. My soul thirsts for God, for the living God. When may I come to see God's face? My tears are my food day and night. People ask me all day long, "Where is your God?" I will remember these things as I pour out my soul: how I used to walk with the crowd and lead it in a procession to God's house. I sang songs of joy and thanksgiving while crowds of people celebrated a festival. Why are you discouraged, my soul? Why are you so restless?
Put your hope in God, because I will still praise him. He is my savior and my God. My soul is discouraged. That is why I will remember you in the land of Jordan, on the peaks of Hermon, on Mount Mizar. One deep sea calls to another at the roar of your waterspouts. All the whitecaps on your waves have swept over me. The LORD (Yahweh) commands his mercy during the day, and at night his song is with me- a prayer to the God of my life. I will ask God, my rock, "Why have you forgotten me? Why must I walk around in mourning while the enemy oppresses me?"
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