July found me in the midst of transition and change. There was vocational change, which brings about schedule and routine changes. There was household change in the form of fostering a beautiful and energetic Australian Shepherd named Rose. There was spiritual change, growing and learning more what it means that His mercies are new every morning. And also that provision takes many forms.
Throughout all of this, I was constantly reminded of an exchange between the Pevensie children and Mr. and Mrs. Beaver in C.S. Lewis’ The Lion, The Witch, and the Wardrobe:
“Is he a man?” asked Lucy.
“Aslan a man!” said Mr Beaver sternly. Certainly not. I tell you he is King of the wood and the son of the great emperor-beyond-the-sea. Don’t you know who is the King of the Beasts? Aslan is a lion – the Lion, the great lion.”
“Ooh!” said Susan, “I’d thought he was a man. Is he – quite safe? I shall feel rather nervous about meeting a lion.”
“That you will, dearie, and no mistake” said Mrs Beaver; “if there’s anyone who can appear before Aslan without their knees knocking, they’re either braver than most or else just silly.”
“Then he isn’t safe?” said Lucy.
“Safe?” said Mr Beaver; “don’t you hear what Mrs Beaver tells you? Who said anything about safe? ‘Course he isn’t safe. But he’s good. He’s the King, I tell you.”
What often feels like danger and chaos is really only a matter of perspective. The Lord is not surprised at any of this. And what’s even more, He has ordained these things to take place. And what’s even more, He declares it is both for our good and for His glory. It is hard to wrap my mind around that…but Tim Keller is quite helpful in that when he says, “God will only give you what you would have asked for if you knew everything he knows.”
It is fitting that this song be raw, honest, and simple, and to be recorded in the midst of steep vocational learning curves and rowdy romping Aussie pups. Becuase in that way it represents that mustard seed sized faith that I have on the best of days. It is a sanctuary of peace in the tumultuous gap between past and future. I hope you find it an honest hymn. A prayer of the present.