I keep coming back to the fact that joy ought to be independent of circumstances. It’s the hardest thing to let sink in because it’s such a foreign concept. Good things = happiness; bad things = grumpiness. That’s the natural order, right?
This morning my Bible reading took me to Habakkuk 3. I’ve been struggling with these prophet books – reading one chapter at a time makes it really hard to keep track of context, and there is a whole lot of gloom of doom. This is when I’m especially thankful for a study Bible that can shed a little light into what the heck is going on.
Though the fig tree should not blossom,
nor fruit be on the vines,
the produce of the olive fail
and the fields yield no food,
the flock be cut off from the fold
and there be no herd in the stalls,
yet I will rejoice in the LORD;
I will take joy in the God of my salvation.
GOD, the Lord, is my strength;
he makes my feet like the deer’s;
he makes me tread on my high places.
To the choirmaster: with stringed instruments.
(Habakkuk 3:17-19 ESV)
From the ESV Study Bible: “Anticipating great destruction at the hands of the Babylonians, Habakkuk has radically changed—he began by informing God how to run his world, and ended by trusting that God knows best and will bring about justice...Verse 17 contains a frequently quoted list of material disasters in which all crops and livestock are lost, and as a result it is unclear how there will be food to eat. Yet even amid suffering and loss, Habakkuk has learned that he can trust God, and with that trust comes great joy, not in circumstances but in God himself: Yahweh has become Habakkuk’s strength. [Thus] Habakkuk can have sure-footed confidence in God and can live on the heights even amid extreme circumstances.”
Isn’t it good??
Isn’t He good??
Happy Monday. 🙂