I don't know about you, but I've been spending a lot more time outside because of social distancing and working from home. I frequently find myself going on walks, or sitting outside to get some fresh air.
Desperately needing some sunshine, I decided to walk around my apartment building. At the very back of my complex, there are several picnic tables, a basketball court, and a small dog park. As I continued taking in the scenery, I thanked the Lord for fresh air and sunshine. A few steps later, a large, empty field caused me to pause.
I find a lot of comfort in the book of Psalms, and I've been particularly drawn to Psalm 18 recently. The thing I love about David is his transparency - we get a crystal clear look at his highest of highs and his lowest of lows. He's not afraid to acknowledge his feelings.
As I looked at the field, I was reminded of Psalm 18:19 (CSB): "He brought me out to a spacious place; he rescued me because he delighted in me."
A spacious place. What peace that brings! Merriam Webster's Dictionary defines spacious as "vast or ample in extent; large or magnificent in scale."
One thing that I'm learning is that there is room in this season for the "both/and". We can both grieve lost experiences, and still believe in the wild goodness of God. We can both be unsure of the days ahead, and know that He is the same yesterday, today, and forever.
He brings us out to a spacious place, and in that truth, I am reminded that He is a God of abundance. He provides all that we need. He is our Rescuer, and in the place that He brings us to, there is room for our doubt and grief, absolutely. There is also room to grow, to soar, and to really explore the depths of His goodness.
May we, as the body of Christ, experience the joy found in the spacious place this season.