I’m sorry for not posting a devotional on Monday, but there was good reason. My father-in-law’s memorial service was held in Washington on Sunday afternoon, and we spent that night with Gene’s siblings and out-of-town relatives. On Monday, we drove back to British Columbia but the trip took several hours longer than expected due to long waits at the border and rush-hour traffic through Vancouver. However, I’m home now – at least for two days – and eager to get back into my posting routine. Thanks for your patience. Here’s today’s devotional. Enjoy!
One morning in Poland, a bone-jarring ka-boom woke me at 4:30 a.m. An electrical storm had blown in, bringing with it a window-rattling display of nature’s power.
Last weekend, the sky over our city was filled with sound of another sort when the famous Canadian Snowbirds flew in for the annual air show. They swooped and plunged, their jet engines roaring as they streaked over Abbotsford in various formations.
The sounds of cracking thunder and screaming Snowbirds can impress anyone. But they’re nothing compared to another sound that Scripture refers to: the voice of God. Psalm 29 describes it like this:
- The voice of the LORD echoes above the sea. The God of glory thunders. The LORD thunders over the mighty sea (v. 3).
- The voice of the LORD is powerful; the voice of the LORD is full of majesty (v. 4).
- The voice of the LORD splits the mighty cedars (v. 5).
- The voice of the LORD strikes with lightning bolts (v. 7).
- The voice of the LORD makes the desert quake (v. 8).
- The voice of the LORD twists mighty oaks and strips the forests bare (v. 9).
Yes, cracking thunder and screaming Snowbirds are impressive, but God’s voice and His infinite, matchless power supersede them. Nothing…nothing compares to Him and His strength. Nothing compares to His might. As a child of God, I ponder these verses and find huge encouragement. Imagine! This all-powerful God loves me. This One whose voice thunders over the mighty sea speaks peace to my anxious heart. God, whose voice makes the desert quake, tenderly calls me by name. God, whose voice strips the forests bare, whispers tender words of reassurance when I feel afraid. I’m humbled and grateful that He treasures me as His own.
These verses also command my respect for God. He’s not to be minimized or mocked. Rather, He’s to be held in high esteem and honored for who He is. He is God – almighty, all-wise, eternal, and holy – and there is none like Him. When He speaks, He deserves my undivided attention and obedience.
What thoughts come to your mind when you ponder these verses?