“All things are possible with You. I do believe. Help my unbelief, which proves to try to strangle me.
Change me. C-H-A-N-G-E me!” she desperately wrestles Doubt and Fear with God’s Word.
Her soul hears the Holy Spirit breathe silent reminders to her,
“Have I not commanded you? Be strong and courageous. Do not be afraid; do not be discouraged, for the Lord you God will be with you wherever you go.”
Joshua 1:9 speaks through her doubt, though memorized so long ago.
The battle rages, and faith speaks: “Sing a new song. Sing. Praise goes before battle. Praise God as the victory is won. Sing praise!”
A hymn comes to mind,
the hymn about heart strings needing to be tuned. The hymn about remembering the good that God has done. The hymn that prays mercy and power of God,—”Come Thou Fount, she speaks aloud, save me from these doubt-filled days:
Come thou fount of every blessing
Tune my heart to sing thy grace
Streams of mercy never ceasing
Call for songs of loudest praise
Teach me some melodious sonnet
Sung by flaming tongues above
I’ll praise the mount I’m fixed upon it
Mount of thy redeeming love”
The Word of God then floods to rescue as well,
“I lift up my eyes to the mountains—where does my help come from? My help comes from the Lord, the Maker of heaven and earth.
He will not let your foot slip—he who watches over you will not slumber;”
Psalm 121 rises in her mind like a morning sun. She frantically turns the pages to read what comes next, and she reads aloud as her heart is no longer vexed:
The Lord watches over you—
the Lord is your shade at your right hand;
the sun will not harm you by day,
nor the moon by night.
The Lord will keep you from all harm—
he will watch over your life;
the Lord will watch over your coming and going
both now and forevermore.
The song returns to tune the heart’s strings that they brightly ring:
Here I raise my Ebenezer
Hither by thy help I come
And I hope by thy good pleasure
Safely to arrive at home
Jesus sought me when a stranger
Wondering from the fold of God
He, to rescue me from danger
Interposed His precious blood
She receives the Spirit of hope as the song speaks truth. She is changed in an instant as faith rises to defeat fear:
O to grace how great a debtor daily I’m constrained to be!
Let thy goodness like a fetter, bind my wandering heart to thee
Prone to wander Lord I feel it, prone to leave the God I love
Here’s my heart, O take and seal it, seal it for thy courts above.
Victory is won in her heart this moment. “Sing a new song,” the Holy Spirit whispers, the heart will keep a sweet, hope-filled sound and scent.
Come Thou Fount, hymn by Robert Robinson