He Withholds No Good Thing

There’s always been something about Sara Groves for me.  She speaks my heart’s language both in her lyrics and her melody.  Her craft opens my soul.  I’ve never met her, but I feel a kinship with her in her music, as though she knows how to tell my own story.  I was listening to this song this morning on our way to worship, driving in the dreary and pouring rain with fall’s colors all ablaze.  I don’t mind these kinds of days.  And my heart was pounding out these words along with her of what I believe despite what I feel.  Believing implies mental assent, choice.  Feeling implies simply natural affective response.

Rain is no measure of His faithfulness.  Pain is no measure of His faithfulness.  Thirst is no measure of His faithfulness.  Circumstances are no measure of His faithfulness.  His Word alone stands and directs and proclaims what is true.

Savoring these days, these imperfect and often broken days, means I must surrender, must open my heart and my hands to all that He has for me.  Because He withholds no good thing from me.  What a promise.

“Certainly spending just one day in your temple courts is better
than spending a thousand elsewhere.
I would rather stand at the entrance to the temple of my God
than live in the tents of the wicked.
For the Lord God is our sovereign protector.
The Lord bestows favor and honor;
he withholds no good thing from those who have integrity.
O Lord who rules over all,
how blessed are those who trust in you!”
{Psalm 84:10-12 NET}

“Open My Hands”

I believe in a blessing I don’t understand
I’ve seen rain fall on wicked and the just
Rain is no measure of his faithfulness
He withholds no good thing from us
No good thing from us, no good thing from us