Why is it, O sea, that you flee?
O Jordan, that you turn back?
O mountains, that you skip like rams?
O hills, like lambs?
Tremble, O earth, at the presence of the Lord,
at the presence of the God of Jacob,
who turns the rock into a pool of water,
the flint into a spring of water.
In a hurricane, in an earthquake, in the sudden storm, we tremble.
Any change is a perceived threat, even change that renews and restores.
We persist on the cusp of chaos, deluding ourselves that this thin ledge over the abyss, with the rickety rail we built ourselves, is a fortress strong.
Much better, much wiser is to trust in That Which Exists.
Unfolding, awe-inspiring, gift-giving, God gives us new days and new ways.
Psalm 114
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