I sat looking at this date, December 2, for a long time this morning before I began to write. I wanted to pause, just remain here, December 2, for a while. Not sure why? Maybe I don’t want to get into all the hoopla of the season. Maybe I just want to sit and think about Jesus for a little while, think about what God has done.
I do love the days between Thanksgiving and New Year’s Day, but this morning I would love to just spend time on December 2 thinking about my LORD. I don’t want to get moving. I don’t want to tackle my list of things to do. I don’t want to think about decorating or shopping or anything else. I just want to think about Jesus.
The psalmist Asaph must have been having a bad day when he began Psalm 77. His distress is palpable in the opening verses, but then at verse 11 something changes. He remembers, and he meditates. “I will remember the deeds of the LORD; yes, I will remember your miracles of long ago. I will meditate on all your works and consider all your mighty deeds.” [Vs 11-12]
I’m not in distress like Asaph. I just want to remember the deeds of the LORD and miracles of long ago. I want to meditate for a bit on all His works and mighty deeds before moving on to daily life.
Before moving into this holiday season at the pace life often demands, I want to reflect on the wonderful love of the Father who, before the foundation of the world, before Adam was ever created – long before the fall in the Garden of Eden – this wonderful love of the Father chose to send His Only Son to redeem us, to save us, to deliver us, to indwell us.
I think I can meditate on that love … that miracle of long ago … for a long time.
