Author: eejoseph

Honey Drop 46: The Nearness That Saves

eejoseph,

“The Lord is near to the brokenhearted and saves the crushed in spirit.” — Psalm 34:18

The ache that attracts Him

The heart is broken. 
The spirit is crushed. 
And God— 
God draws near.

Not to fix first. 
Not to explain. 
But to be present.

The prison – the open door

This is not escape. 
It is proximity. 
Not the absence of pain, 
but the presence of mercy 
within it.

He does not wait for healing 
to arrive. 
He arrives 
in the wound.

The drop

God’s nearness is not a reward. 
It is a rescue. 
A presence that holds 
before it lifts.

He saves the crushed— 
not by avoiding the weight, 
but by entering it.

The broken heart is not abandoned. 
It is where He lingers longest. 
And calls it holy ground.

Honey Drop 45: The Gate of the Mouth

eejoseph,

“He who guards his mouth preserves his life, but he who opens wide his lips comes to ruin.” — Proverbs 13:3

The gate and the guard

The mouth is a door.  

Words are what pass through.  

Some build.  

Some burn.  

Some should never be spoken.

So wisdom stands watch.  

Not to silence,  

but to sift.

The din — the hush

This is not just about speech. 
It is about impulse. 
About the rush to react. 
The need to be heard. 
The fear of being still.

But silence is not weakness. 
It is strength under control. 
A pause that protects.

The drop

To guard the mouth  
is to guard the soul.

To open wide the lips  
is to let ruin rush in.

Wisdom waits.  
It listens.  
It speaks only when the words  
are ready to serve.

Not every fire needs your spark. 
Not every thought needs your tongue. 

The gate is holy. 
Guard it well.

Honey Drop 44: The Goodness That Waits

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The Lord is good to those who wait for Him, to the soul who seeks Him.”  Lamentations 3:25

The bloom in the ashes

Jerusalem is in ruins.  The prophet weeps.  Hope is threadbare, but in the middle of lament, a whisper:

The Lord is good.

Not loud.  Not sudden.  But steady and sure.

The comfort – the tension

This is not the goodness of escape.  

It is the goodness of endurance.  

Not the kind that shouts in triumph,  

but the kind that sits beside sorrow  

and stays in trust.

It does not rush.  It waits.  

It meets the soul that seeks  

and does not let go.

The drop

God’s goodness is not always obvious.  But it is always present.

It does not vanish in grief.  It deepens.

And to the soul that waits it comes:  quiet, certain., and  enough.

Honey Drop 43: The Delight That Delivered

eejoseph,

“He brought me out into a broad place; He rescued me, because He delighted in me.” — Psalm 18:19

The scene in HD

  • He brought me out.  
  • He rescued me.  
  • He delighted in me.

Three verbs.  One rescue.  And the last is the reason.

The comfort – the tension

The psalmist had been hemmed in. 
Crushed. 
Chased. 
But God did not just intervene. 
He desired.

This was not pity. 
It was pleasure. 
Not obligation. 
But delight.

The drop

God’s rescue is not reluctant. 
It is rooted in joy.

He brings out. 
He snatches away. 
He sings over the one He loves.

The wide place is not earned. 
It is gifted. 
Because He wanted me there.

Closing Flash

The rescue was real.  The reason was love.  And the wide place still echoes with delight.

Honey Drop 42: The Song That Waited

eejoseph,

“Then Moses and the people of Israel sang this song to the Lord…” — Exodus 15:1

The Red Sea Scene

The sea has split. The people have crossed. The enemy lies drowned. And then—song. Not commanded. Not composed. Just released.

The people who once cried out in fear now cry out in praise. The silence of stillness becomes the sound of salvation.

The tension and the comfort

Before the sea parted, there was panic. Before the song, there was silence. The people had no strength, no strategy—only stillness. And in that stillness, God moved.

Now, the stillness gives way to singing. The song is not a performance—it is a response. It is what happens when deliverance catches up to the heart. The God who fought for them now receives their praise. And the people who stood still now stand in awe

  • Lexical Brief: אָז יָשִׁיר (az yashir)
    – “Then sang…” — but literally, “Then will sing…” (future tense) 
    – Rabbinic tradition sees it as a hint of resurrection praise—a song that echoes beyond the sea 
    – The song is not just past—it is prophetic. It waits in every deliverance.

Breaking and Poetic Flash
The silence parted. 
The sea obeyed. 
And the song that waited 
finally found its voice.

The drop

The stillness was worship. 
The song was release. 

He waited for them to stop. 
Then He moved. 
Now they sing. 

The sea was the stage. 
The silence was the prelude. 
The song was always waiting.

Honey Drop 41: The Singing God

eejoseph,

“The Lord your God is in your midst… He will rejoice over you with gladness; He will quiet you with His love; He will exult over you with loud singing.”

Zephaniah 3:17

The unheard anthem

The prophet sees a day beyond judgment. 
A day when shame is lifted. 
Fear is silenced. 
And God— 
God sings.

Not over nations. 
Not over stars. 
But over you.

The melody – the counterpoint

We imagine God thundering. 
We imagine Him silent. 
But singing?

This is not lullaby. 
It is exultation. 
It is the sound of joy 
from the One who quiets our trembling 
with His own delight.

The drop of sweet music

God is not only near. 
He is musical.

He does not just forgive. 
He rejoices.

He does not just restore. 
He sings.

1 2 3 4

The Maker of galaxies 
hums over the broken. 
And the song is louder than shame.

Honey Drop 40: The Table in the Wilderness

eejoseph,

“You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies…” — Psalm 23:5

The feast that shouldn’t be

David is not delivered. 
The enemies are still there. 
The valley is still shadowed. 
But there— 
in the middle of it— 
a table.

Not escape. 
But presence. 
Not absence of danger. 
But abundance in its face.

The guest – the host

God does not wait for the threat to pass. 
He sets the table in the tension. 
He anoints the head while arrows still fly. 
He fills the cup while fear still lingers.

This is not a meal of relief. 
It is a meal of defiance. 
A declaration: 
You are with me.

The drop

The wilderness is not empty. 
It is set.

The table is not after the battle. 
It is in it.

And the Shepherd does not serve scraps. 
He serves presence. 
He serves peace. 
He serves Himself.

A sugar rush

The valley echoes with threat. 
But the table is real. 
And the cup still overflows.

Honey Drop 39: Help for the needy is justice

eejoseph,

“Learn to do right; seek justice. Defend the oppressed. Take up the cause of the fatherless; plead the case of the widow.” — Isaiah 1:17

The scene

Justice is not a concept.  A courtroom is supposed to be a place where sweetness is in store: a hive.

It is a practice.  

A rhythm of righteousness that moves toward the vulnerable.  

A mercy that takes sides.

The comfort – the tension

The haves — the have-nots

God is not impressed by offerings without obedience. 
He does not delight in songs that ignore suffering. 
He calls His people to learn— 
not just to believe, 

The drop

Justice is not a trend. 
It is the heartbeat of God.
To seek justice is to walk in rhythm with Him.  To defend the orphan is to echo His name.   To plead for the widow is to remember His mercy.

The hive hums with holy work. 
And the honey flows where the hurting are.