Saturday 7 November, 2020

Psalm 32

Of David. A maskil. 1 Blessed is the one whose transgressions are forgiven, whose sins are covered. 2 Blessed is the one whose sin the Lord does not count against them and in whose spirit is no deceit. 3 When I kept silent, my bones wasted away through my groaning all day long. 4 For day and night your hand was heavy on me; my strength was sapped as in the heat of summer. 5 Then I acknowledged my sin to you and did not cover up my iniquity. I said, “I will confess my transgressions to the Lord.” And you forgave the guilt of my sin. 6 Therefore let all the faithful pray to you while you may be found; surely the rising of the mighty waters will not reach them. 7 You are my hiding place; you will protect me from trouble and surround me with songs of deliverance. 8 I will instruct you and teach you in the way you should go; I will counsel you with my loving eye on you. 9 Do not be like the horse or the mule, which have no understanding but must be controlled by bit and bridle or they will not come to you. 10 Many are the woes of the wicked, but the Lord’s unfailing love surrounds the one who trusts in him. 11 Rejoice in the Lord and be glad, you righteous; sing, all you who are upright in heart!

I am captivated by verse 7…

You…surround me with songs of deliverance.

My Heavenly Father sings over me! And not just any songs – songs of deliverance! The Passion Translation of this verse says “…Your joyous shouts of rescue release my breakthrough.” (See also Zephaniah 3:17)

What a picture!

But it’s important to know what precedes this joyous song from God – me admitting my sin.

I used to think God was always angry with me. Arms crossed, stern-faced, reluctant to forgive…” Hmm. Well, maybe I’ll forgive you. But just this once – don’t do it again!”

No. Not at all. So much love – so much joy. Me coming to Him and confessing my sin, my wrongs, my mistakes, my failures – makes Him sing! (See also Luke 15). His joyful shouts are my breakthrough! 

He is so proud of me and loves me that much. 

Father, help me understand and believe what you are really like. That you love me – that you’re proud of me. And when I repent, You sing!


Written by Boudy Van Noppen

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