Sometimes things in life can take a weird turn. Not just one thing goes wrong, but just about everything goes wrong. Tax bills, flu bugs, people around you making wrong choices and somehow weaving you into their drama. The list goes on and on, seemingly never to end. These pronounced seasons give us all pause. This is when I must choose to hang out with an old friend, Madame Guyon. She writes about her life in her autobiography of how she learned to receive everything as from the hand of God. What I am going to say is not for the immature and those who do not truly want to mature. But, the story of Job speaks to us that Satan had to receive permission from God to test Job. God told him he could test him, but not take his life. In other words, God was saying “Have at him. He will not deny Me.” And thus the testing began. I have sat many a time on the ash heap of life with Job, questioning God, trying to figure Him out. Let me tell you, there are times when you will not figure God out. He is God and He knows exactly what He is working and doing in you. We must surrender ourselves to Him in these moments and seasons.
The other night I said to the Lord as I was falling in to bed, “Lord, I am tired of surrendering my all to you. I don’t know what else I could surrender to you.” I have been so to the end of myself that I didn’t have the strength to even lift my arms up one more time. Those are the nights I’ve cried myself half to sleep, just long enough for my soul to get quiet and for my spirit to recognize the still small Voice of God speaking to me, “Put your hand over your mouth.” It wasn’t my thought, it was the still small Voice of God. I knew where that thought came from—Job 40:4-5, Job speaking, “Behold, I am vile; What shall I answer You? Once I have spoken, but I will not answer; Yes, twice, but I will proceed no further.”
So, long story short, Father is telling His daughter, Meredith, to put her hand over her mouth; more succinctly said, “Keep your mouth shut.” Don’t whine, don’t complain, don’t become the “victim,” don’t fall into the pit of self-pity, don’t rail at your Father. Be still. Put your hand over your mouth. Embrace what I am processing in you. Listen to My Voice, for My direction. Embrace Me. Look to Me, not the billowing bile of sin and worry, of failure and unnecessary pain others bring. Look to Me. Embrace Me.
Once His words soak into my dry, brittle spirit, I hear Him whisper again—“Remember how the last chapter of Job ended. I know what I am doing and what I am working in you. Choose to yield to Me. Be still. Trust Me completely and watch and listen. Let me mature you out of your circling, cycling immaturity into someone who truly knows Me. Isn’t that what you’ve prayed and asked Me to do so many times?” My choice…and I am choosing to put my hand over my mouth. What about you?