Sometimes, when I see a story I’ve already read or a Psalm with similar themes, I get into “get-it-read” mode. You know, so that I can check it off and move on to the next task I have today. I have to intentionally slow down and make myself read the words. “This isn’t just a story, it’s an account,” I tell myself.
Hezekiah was a real king with a huge problem: big, bad, Assyria was coming to conquer Judah. Hezekiah put all of his eggs in one basket: he was banking on God. If God didn’t come through, then Judah would be decimated.
For Hezekiah, it was real. Trusting the Lord wasn’t some hymn he sang half-hardheartedly from the back pew. This was life. There was no “Plan B,” no other option. It was God or nothing.
Over the past few years, I’ve seen this reality in my own life. God became less of an idea and more of a life-preserver. He’s really real to me. He’s my only plan and my only option. I get Hezekiah’s pleading heart. It has become my heart too.
And just like my friend Hezekiah, God always comes through. Sometimes, it takes a long while and sometimes, like in the case of Hezzy here, God, in His mercy, sends a quick answer, one that requires no arrows and no spears. Either way, He always comes through.
Psalm 135:13-18 God, your name is eternal, God, you’ll never be out-of-date. God stands up for his people, God holds the hands of his people.
Praise the name of the Lord.