The DNA of our Soul

Have you ever seen a pretty car crash? Ever been down the path of sickness with a loved one and say, “Man, that was a pleasant experience!”?

I remember hearing someone say once, not long after my parents were divorced, that the reason divorce is such a difficult experience and hard on families is that our souls were never intended to go down that path. We were not made for that. It’s not in the DNA of our soul to go through those hardships, but sadly that is what happens when you live in a world that is not your home. The seas and waters get very rough to travel sometimes, and God told us this will happen.

We’ve started to work on memorizing Psalm 23 in our homeschooling lessons. I’m reminded how much I love learning right alongside my girl sometimes.

When something is restored, it is transformed to once again be used for its original purpose. It’s returned to its first beauty. While I’ve repeated those words countless times, often as one in a sea of monotone voices in a congregation, it has sounded an alarm in my heart this week. With every news outlet being filled with stories to inhumane for my heart to dwell on, the world is in desperate need of being restored. Lives are experiencing things our souls were not fashioned to see or do to one another.

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His voice spoke light into existence.
His mighty hands formed the delicate rose petals.
The feathers of a bird’s wing, giving the gift of flight, were of His making.
…and yet He calls us His greatest creation.

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“O soul, are you weary and troubled?
No light in the darkness you see?
There’s light for a look at the Savior,
And life more abundant and free.

His Word shall not fail you, He promised;
Believe Him and all will be well;
Then go to a world that is dying,
His perfect salvation to tell!”

He leads me beside still waters and restores my soul… not once a day, not once a year, not once a lifetime. He continually restores my soul.

As my family and I visited the Eno River, we sat along the shoreline and listened to the stillness. When you are six and three, this type of adventure holds the promise of water splashing, finding fish and looking for critters. When you’re the parents of those being six and three, your find your soul grasping for the stillness with all your might, stretching with the last inch of your being to catch the peace that is so rare in today’s life.

He met us there. With eyes closed, I heard the silence. The brightness of the sun drove away any darkness that was on my face. The warmth of His light wrapped me like a blanket fresh from the dryer.

Transformed to its original beauty, He restored my soul. In a world where there is great unrest, the unimaginable happens on a daily basis, take time to be led by the still waters. There is no greater peace than a soul being restored.