Worship Wednesday – Calling Out Your Name

Worship WednesdayJunior High was a lonely time for me. Some of my closest friends moved away, I went through a period of being bullied at school, and my anxiety and tics were beginning to return, ones that had been somewhat dormant since I was younger. Similar to what many children experience at that age, I was in the awkward stage of trying to figure out where I belonged in life. It was never really an identity crisis. I’d always been confident in who I was as a person; it was more of trying to find my niche.

I was a serious teenager, and prone to anxiety, and when the bullying started, I wasn’t just suffering Nature 1from the anxiety, but the tics that accompanied the stress. I would stand there, watching the other girls talk about me, and without fail, my signature tic would start, which made it worse. Suddenly, I wasn’t just standing there, watching them talk about me; I was watching them talk about me while I ticced very obviously, which made me feel even more like the weirdo they insinuated I was.

To get away from our everyday life, my family would often go up to the mountains that rise to the west of the Las Vegas valley. It was cheap to get a picnic spot there, and when dinner was done, my brothers and I (to some extent) were allowed to go out and explore while my parents enjoyed their folding chairs. Sometimes I would venture off with my brothers, but often, Nature 2I would try to find my own spot, far enough away that I could hear and see as few people as possible without getting called back by my parents for going too far.

I would often bring my iPod, and I would stick an earbud in to listen to songs that soothed my anxious young soul. It was in those moments that I found a great deal of peace in this song. Sitting there under the great expanse of blue sky, watching the pines and aspens swaying around me, it was easier to calm my thoughts and my body.

“These animals and plants that surround me know their Creator,” I would think to myself. They are His craftsmanship, and the landscape that stretches out before is His canvas. When I sat here, there was no one to taunt me. There were no deadlines I could meet. There were no peers to make me doubt myself about my style, decisions, or tics. There was only the proof of a God that loves His creation enough to make it beautiful, and a reminder that He loved me even more than that creation.” When I was there, I was not the only being calling out God’s name.

Rich Mullins

Calling Out Your Name

Well the moon moved past Nebraska
And spilled laughter on them cold Dakota Hills
And angels danced on Jacob’s stairs
Yeah, they danced on Jacob’s stairs
There is this silence in the Badlands
And over Kansas the whole universe was stilled
By the whisper of a prayer
The whisper of a prayer

And the single hawk bursts into flight
And in the east the whole horizon is in flames
I feel thunder in the sky
I see the sky about to rain
And I hear the prairies calling out Your name

I can feel the earth tremble
Beneath the rumbling of the buffalo hooves
And the fury in the pheasant’s wings
And there’s fury in a pheasant’s wings
It tells me the Lord is in His temple
And there is still a faith
That can make the mountains move
And a love that can make the heavens ring
And I’ve seen love make heaven ring

Where the sacred rivers meet
Beneath the shadow of the Keeper of the plains
I feel thunder in the sky
I see the sky about to rain
And I hear the prairies calling out Your name

From the place where morning gathers
You can look sometimes forever ’til you see
What time may never know
What time may never know
How the Lord takes by its corners this old world
And shakes us forward and shakes us free
To run wild with the hope
To run wild with the hope

The hope that this thirst will not last long
That it will soon drown in the song
Not sung in vain
And I feel thunder in the sky
I see the sky about to rain
And I hear the prairies calling out Your name

If you’ve never sought the solace of nature, I would ask you to try. Not everyone has a mountain they can run to, (I currently don’t, much to my chagrin.) but finding the peace of God in His creation is an experience I think we all need from time to time. Even now, when I’m on women’s retreats through our church or various Bible studies, I try to find small chunks of time to slip away.

There’s a reason David writes so often of nature in his Psalms. There’s an unrequited truth that can only be found in nature, where a human voice can’t interrupt to tell you you’re wrong, and your to-do list cannot be completed. Even a ten minute walk in the beauty of creation can help soothe my anxious heart.
Luke 19-40
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