Saturday, September 3, 2011


"And I said, Oh that I had wings like a dove! Then would I fly away, and be at rest." ~Psalm 55:6

i'm in love with the Psalms.

honestly, David had such power in his written word. there are so many times that i am tempted to be intimated by this king-turned-poet. 

his words resonate so deeply in my soul and seem to flow from some unknown spring of wisdom and God-touched is almost enough to make me afraid to write another word in my lifetime.

but then i remember that David was not a king-turned-poet.

he was first a poet.

first a nothing.
first passed over.

second passed over.

passed over six times before he was remembered to be out in the field with the sheep.

but he was the chosen. not the first, nor the second, nor even the sixth. but he was the one picked.

he was the man after God's own heart.

how this man feared. how he fled from death and murderous men. forced to hide in caves, the dankest and darkest places of the earth. almost a tomb for him and his poetic light.

and oh, how he cried to the Lord.

how he begged. how he wept.

but how he praised. 

even in his darkest, he knew his King was his brightest.

he begged for his own dove wings. to fly away.

but his King said

I will carry you Myself. on My wings will you find life.

i am a nothing turned something. picked last, but soon to rise. a poet turned princess. 

and i will let myself be carried

from darkest caves to heaven's heights 

on His wings.

He will cover you with His feathers, and under His wings you will find refuge; His faithfulness will be your shield and rampart. ~Psalm 91:4

linking up with my dear Jen and the other beauties at the sisterhood of Soli Deo Gloria
as well as Hear It On Sunday, Use It On Monday


  1. "wings like a dove." how many times has my heart cried out that verse. let me fly away and be at rest! i want to hasten my escape from the stormy wind and tempest. but i don't need wings like a dove...i can hide under the shadow of His wings. cover me and protect me with His feathers. and yes...i again don't need wings because i can fly on His. why do i try to fix things myself? and think that if i had wings, then i could fly away? instead of just trusting in HIS wings...and hiding there.

  2. This was a blessing to me today. I long to hide under His wings.

  3. What a great post. Very inspiring thoughts. Thanks for sharing!

  4. Thanks so much for sharing this - it blessed my heart and provoked thought. I loved your connection about David not being a King-turned poet but the other way around. Very beautiful post!

  5. this. was. splendid. your perspective on this--oh--just wonderful. that last part got me the most: and i will let myself be carried
    from darkest caves to heaven's heights
    on His wings.

    so, so beautiful. agh, i can't tell you how much i loved it! :)

    p.s. when i was reading some of your other posts this morning, i thought, wow, this rings so close to that of the Psalms. and no, i am not just saying that. you have your own unique gift with words, dear. it is so much greater than you realize.

  6. p.p.s. i can never seem to leave your page cause there is always some beautiful song playing :)

  7. This is a most beautiful line: i am a nothing turned something. picked last, but soon to rise. a poet turned princess. and i will let myself be carried
    from darkest caves to heaven's heights on His wings.

    I have seen such a glorious hope rising in your spirit, friend.

  8. Beautifully inspiring, amazingly true, gloriously faith-infusing~

    Thank you-

  9. this post was sooo amazing. "i will dance like david danced"

  10. So beautifully written. Spoke to my spirit, and found the echoing hope.

  11. Oh wow Rachel -- this is just stunning writing.


I look at you and see all the ways a soul can bruise, and I wish I could sink my hands into your flesh and light lanterns along your spine so you know there's nothing but light when I see you. :: Shinji Moon