Psalm

Our Heritage, Our Inheritance

Have you ever sat down to spend time in God’s Word to only dwell on your sin? Instead of finding refreshment, you are flooded with remorse.

San Buenaventura State Beach, CA - 7/17/20

San Buenaventura State Beach, CA - 7/17/20

Throughout Psalm 119, the psalmist declared his great love for God’s Word for which he endured many hardships. There have been times in my life when I have been persecuted or wrongly accused and I can relate:

I have suffered much; preserve my life, O Lord, according to your word.” v. 107

But lately, I have read these verses with a pang of guilt, reliving the times when I have been the one to set the snare, when I have been the one to dig the pit.

Though the arrogant have smeared me with lies, I keep your precepts with all my heart. Their hearts are callous and unfeeling, but I delight in your law.” v. 69-70

The arrogant dig pitfalls for me, contrary to your law.” v. 85

The more I read about the righteous author who suffered at the hands of others, the more I thought about how I have caused suffering. I have said and done cruel things that have harmed people, and not always unintentionally.

In Scripture, descriptive words such as ‘rebuke, arrogant, cursed, scorn, contempt, slander, mock, wicked, shame, and destroy’ surround those who cause affliction.

I poured out my heart to God, begging He’d make me like this righteous Psalmist who delighted in His law. But these were not the lofty prayers of a saint. I was desperate. Worried. No matter how much I repented, I felt no comfort or reassurance.

San Buenaventura State Beach, CA - 7/17/20

San Buenaventura State Beach, CA - 7/17/20

The truth was, I was afraid.

I was afraid I was the antagonist in the story, that I was the bad guy. My record proved my greatest joy was not keeping God’s commands. Instead my history revealed sin. I was afraid that my legacy would be embarrassing. Ugly. Wicked. And only a source of great shame to me and to God. 

But tucked within a familiar stanza under the hebrew letter Nun, I found a simple word, a treasure containing a wealth of comfort and hope.

Your statutes are my heritage forever; they are the joy of my heart.” v. 111

My heritage.

Bible commentary notes that heritage refers to “the possession I have received from God as my homestead.”

Homestead. Webster defines this word as an ancestral home. 

This means that God’s law, His Word, is my ancestral home. His commands are where I belong. His Word is from where I derive. God’s Story is my origin.

Furthermore, Webster defines the word heritage as something acquired from a predecessor: a legacy, or an inheritance.

Psalm 119:57 says, “You are my portion, O Lord; I have promised to obey your words.” The word portion, again, means inheritance

A beautiful truth began to bloom in my heart:

I am not defined by my history.

My past is defined by
His Story.

Ventura Pier, CA - 7/15/20

Ventura Pier, CA - 7/15/20

As an adopted child of the King, the legacy I leave behind will not be one of shame and regret. I am part of a greater, far more epic story that can be traced back before Adam and Eve. It predates the Fall. So when the Real Antagonist whispers that our lives are nothing more than a record of sins, God reminds us to flip back to the beginning of the Book to see how our story began, when His relationship with us was good, pure, and whole. That’s our true heritage. That’s our real ancestral home.

And it was Paradise.

So even now, when all seems wrong and wicked, whether in the world or in our own lives, remember we are only in the middle of His Story.

In the Lord of the Rings, there is a defining scene when Frodo and Samwise are caught up in a battle against the orcs. Having suffered under the ring’s heavy burden and having witnessed so much death and destruction, Frodo is overcome with grief and hopelessness. In this moment, Samwise remembers the bigger picture:

“It's like the great stories, Mr. Frodo, the ones that really mattered. Full of darkness and danger they were, and sometimes you didn't want to know the end because how could the end be happy? How could the world go back to the way it was when so much bad has happened? But in the end, it's only a passing thing this shadow, even darkness must pass. A new day will come, and when the sun shines, it'll shine out the clearer. I know now folks in those stories had lots of chances of turning back, only they didn't. They kept going because they were holding on to something. That there's some good in this world, Mr. Frodo, and it's worth fighting for.”

You and I, dear Christian, are holding onto something too. God’s Word is not only our past but also our future. Our heritage and our inheritance.

Ventura Beach, CA - 7/17/20

Ventura Beach, CA - 7/17/20

He who was seated on the throne said, ‘I am making everything new!’ Then he said, ‘Write this down, for these words are trustworthy and true.’” -Revelation 21:5 

All that was broken will be mended. 
All wounds will be healed. 
All wrongs will be made right. 
All things will be made new. 

As a believer, this is my birthright. No matter where I am in my story, no matter how many mistakes I’ve made, I need not fear:

My future is not determined by my efforts.

My future is
destined for Eternity.

When we’ve placed our hope in Jesus, His story becomes our story. It began in Paradise and is headed there too.

So take heart. The ending is good.

San Buenaventura State Beach, CA - 7/15/20

San Buenaventura State Beach, CA - 7/15/20

A Wood at Rest

Old Indian Trail
1/9/14
Distance: There are two loops, each about 2.5 miles long
Terrain: Green Arrow Loop is flat to gently rolling
Vegetation: Evergreens and hardwoods
Comments: The trail leads to a view of Lake Michigan. Great trail for snowshoeing and cross-country skiing

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A Wood at Rest
by Sarah Anderson

“Yes, my soul, find rest in God; my hope comes from Him.” - Psalm 62:5

I’ve walked this trail many times in various seasons. It’s a favorite because of the sweet smell of pine along the way. Pine trees, in my opinion, make great woods. You can see far behind the path on either side and the trees remain green year-round. Where most forests can look drab in the colder season, the Old Indian Trail is luxurious and magical.

The forest sleeps. Each tree is swaddled in blankets of white and there is a peaceful silence as the woods slumber on through the winter months. I want to tiptoe, afraid to wake them from their dreams.

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Every season has a purpose: spring giving birth to life, summer providing shelter and shade, autumn bringing forth a harvest and sweet winter, when all dozes and takes a break from it’s toil. God’s Word speaks of the seasons in Ecclesiastes 3:1, “There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens” and God Himself demonstrated restfulness on the seventh day after speaking the world into creation (Genesis 2:2).

As the snow crunches under our boots, the only sound in a hushed world, my mind is awakened to the crystallized canvas before us. God desires that all creation rests. He bids us to be still, to give pause so we may be caught up in the beauty of it all, the beauty of Him.

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We will miss a world submitting in quiet reverence to it’s Maker if we do not take the time to slow down. God desires that we live wonderstruck, marveling at His glory. And when we do, the busyness is peeled back from the lens of our eyes and we can finally see the Divine.

Lord, forgive me when I get too busy. Forgive me for being too focused on my tasks and caught up in my plans. Life is not about me. And when I keep my head down and my eyes on my tight schedule, I miss the greater purpose of my life, to give You glory! Remove the blinders and give me sight for Your beauty. When I am caught up in the world, I am never satisfied. Only You give my soul peace. Calm my spirit. Wrap me in Your arms. And for now, in this season, let me rest in You.

Old Indian Trail in Sleeping Bear Dunes National Lakeshore in Northern Michigan Hikes 1/9/14

In the Midst of the Storm

Green Point Dunes Nature Preserve
10/14/13
Distance: 3 Mile Loop
Terrain: Rolling hills with steeper climbs near the bluffs
Vegetation: Wildflowers, forest, meadows, stunning views of Lake Michigan
Wildlife: Bird habitat

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In the Midst of the Storm
by Sarah Anderson

"Jesus spoke to the people once more and said, 'I am the light of the world. If you follow me, you won't have to walk in darkness, because you will have the light that leads to life.'" - John 8:12

This trail is two miles south of Elberta and is protected by the Grand Traverse Regional Land Conservancy. Its open year-round for hikers and cross-country skiers. We hiked mid-October during the peak of Autumn's blush. Pale sunlight warmed our skin while crisp air rolled in from the shore below. Cornflower blue blankets covered the earth to it's outer rim. It's waves crashing methodically, keeping time to the woodland song of rustling red and yellow leaves.

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The trail offers two overlooks of Lake Michigan, the first including views of Lower Herring Lake. In good weather, Lake Michigan might be clear enough to catch a glimpse of the City of Boston shipwreck. In 1873, the steamship hit a sandbar when blinded by a November snow storm. Unable to move, the waves pounded against the hull until it broke. The ship's cargo was lost and the vessel was abandoned.

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From the sandy bluffs we could just outline the City of Boston wreckage, a skeletal memory of what was lost. It served as a warning against the possible devastation for those who lose sight of the Lighthouse. When we're blinded by the storm, whether a fog of worldliness, or the crashing waves of enemy warfare, we're in danger of becoming shipwrecked. We must fix our eyes on Jesus, the Author and Perfecter of our faith (Hebrews 12:2). Psalm 119:105 says, "Your word is a lamp to my feet and a light for my path." When we remain in Scripture, marinating our minds with His words, they serve as a compass, keeping us on course when the way seems bleak and hopeless.

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The Christian life doesn't guarantee smooth sailing but we can trust that the Captain will not abandon us in the storm. Deuteronomy 31:8 says, "The Lord is the one who goes ahead of you; He will be with you. He will not fail you or forsake you. Do not fear or be dismayed."

Heavenly Father, thank You for Your guiding light, Your word that directs my steps. Forgive me for taking it for granted. Like food, I need it daily. Teach me to meditate on it, using it as the measure for all my decisions. Let me not despair in life's storms but rest in the promise that you will remain with me. Teach me to fix my eyes on You and not the waves. Amen.

Green Point Dunes Nature Preserve in Elberta, Michigan Hiked 10/14/13

Waiting for the King

Bass Lake Loop
8/15/13
Distance: 3.5 mile
Terrain: Mostly flat with a few rolling hills near the end by the trailhead
Vegetation: Primarily pine-oak-aspen woods with some open fields and pine plantation
Comments: Wear bug spray! Beautiful views of Bass Lake near trailhead

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Waiting for the King
By Sarah Anderson

"Let the fields be jubilant, and everything in them; let all the trees of the forest sing for joy. Let all creation rejoice before the Lord, for he comes..." -Psalm 96:12-13a

The Bass Lake Loop is located on the Platte Plains Trail. The path cuts through towering trees that reach up toward the heavens as patches of sunlight dance between their leaves. The brush was low in some parts so you could see far between their trunks. Along the way, I was reminded of C.S. Lewis' Chronicles of Narnia. There was a beautiful silence in the woods, as if everything was watching for the arrival of Aslan. At any moment, I felt as though I too would see his golden mane appear, weaving between the open spaces bathed in greenish light.

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Not far beyond the trailhead, we came across a tree with a trunk twisted to better reach the sunlight. Among the straight and tall waiting for Aslan, this tree was so bent, it looked as though it couldn't quite see the coming King. It's neck was "craned" around to get a better view. I was reminded of Zacchaeus in the Bible who climbed a Sycamore tree to see the arrival of Jesus.

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Are we anxiously awaiting the arrival of our Lord? Do we live as though we expect him to return today? Or are we caught up in our daily routine? Waiting does not mean that we are idle, but actively serving Him with our lives, ready for His coming. Luke 12:35-40 says, "Be dressed ready for service and keep your lamps burning, like servants waiting for their master to return from a wedding banquet, so that when he comes and knocks they can immediately open the door for him. It will be good for those servants whose master finds them watching when he comes. Truly I tell you, he will dress himself to serve, will have them recline at the table and will come and wait on them. It will be good for those servants whose master finds them ready, even if he comes in the middle of the night or toward daybreak. But understand this: If the owner of the house had known at what hour the thief was coming, he would not have let his house be broken into. You also must be ready, because the Son of Man will come at an hour when you do not expect him."

Because trees need light to flourish, each one was stretched and bent to better reach the sun. Likewise, let us seek the Son so we may grow in our faith and bring Him glory. Let our lives reflect eager anticipation for the King's return.

Father, let me be like this tree, determined to adjust what I need to in my life so I can better see You! Forgive me for getting caught up in my routine. How easily I forget that my life's purpose is to magnify Your name. I tend to live for my own desires. Instead, help me to live with an eternal perspective, so I will be ready for Your arrival! What a glorious day that will be!

Bass Lake Loop on the Platte Plains Trail in the Sleeping Bear National Lakeshore in Northern Michigan. Hiked on 8/15/13 Song credit: "Your Glory" by All Sons & Daughters