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Honey Drop 43: The Delight That Delivered

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“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

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“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

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“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.

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

Honey Drop 40: The Table in the Wilderness

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“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

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“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.

Honey Drop 38: The Grave as Garden

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“Supposing Him to be the gardener…” — John 20:15c

The scene is mistaken recognition

Mary stands outside the tomb, weeping. 
She sees a man. 
She thinks he is the gardener.

She is not wrong.

The comfort – the tension

Death seemed final. 
The tomb was sealed. 
But resurrection is not reversal. 
It is cultivation.

The Gardener is not undoing death. 
He is planting something new.

The drop

The grave is not the end. 
It is the soil.

And Christ, mistaken for a gardener, 
is exactly that.

He tends what was buried. 
He calls it by name. 
He makes all things grow again.

Honey Drop 37: Mercy in the Middle

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“In wrath remember mercy.” — Habakkuk 3:2

The trembling plea

The prophet has heard of God’s fame. 
He has seen the storm coming. 
He does not deny the wrath. 
He does not pretend the judgment is light. 
But he dares to ask: 
In wrath, remember mercy.

The blast – the hush


Wrath is not rage. 
It is love’s fierce defense of justice. 
Mercy is not its opposite. 
It is its fulfillment.

The prophet does not ask God to forget wrath. 
He asks Him to remember who He is.

The drop

Mercy is not the afterthought of judgment.  It is the heartbeat within it.

Wrath must thunder. 
But mercy is the echo that lingers.

The prophet trembles. 
But he still asks. 
Because he knows: 
God’s justice is not loveless. 
And His mercy is never late

Honey Drop 36: The Word That Turns

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“Yet forty days, and Nineveh shall be overthrown.” — Jonah 3:4 

The scene is a bitter prophet and a turning city


Jonah walks one day into a three-day city. 
He speaks five Hebrew words. 
No introduction. No mention of God. No call to repent. 
Just doom.

And yet, the city turns.

From king to cattle, they fast, mourn, and cry out. 
The Judge relents. 
The city is not destroyed—but transformed.

The comfort – the tension

The hit — the miss

Jonah is furious.  

He knew this would happen.  

He quotes Exodus 34:6–7 back to God in protest:  

“I knew You are gracious and compassionate…”

Jonah wanted justice.  

God wanted mercy.  

Jonah hoped the word would crush.  

God hoped it would convert.

The drop

The Word of the Lord is never neutral. 
Even when spoken by a bitter prophet. 
Even when barely whispered. 
Even when the preacher hopes it fails.

Nineveh heard destruction and chose transformation. 
The Word turned them. 
And in Christ, the Word turns us still.