“Satisfy me in your SWEETNESS
and my song of joy will return.
The places within me you have CRUSHED
will rejoice in your healing touch.”
Psalm 51:8 (The Passion Translation)
This verse was from today’s passage in Passion Translation’s Lent Devo(tional), which I find to be completely hilarious considering I semi-jokingly announced on Facebook that I’d given up Candy (Crush) for Lent. Turns out, this was truly a prophetic act: Jehovah Sneaky strikes again.
I do not often succumb to the allure of the video game anymore after kicking my WoW habit (6 years non-druid blood elf). Against my better judgement, my relapse hit last week when an abrupt breaking of an incredibly meaningful relationship brought on a massive wave of grief. Knowing full well Papa wanted me to engage with Him instead, I obsessively crushed thousands of lines of candy rather than feel the crushing happening in my chest. I knew I had a problem, but while the source of pain was beyond my control, having full reign over the placement of all the little candy pieces gave me some semblance of restored order. I know: I’m totally lame.
When I woke up this morning with “the lines have fallen to me in pleasant places” (Psalms 16:6) and an image of candy crush in my head, I knew God was officially like, “Alright, Linds… enough’s enough. I’ve allowed a little binge, but you know full well the only way your ‘song of joy’ will return is by MY ‘healing touch’; time for you to acknowledge the real lines of treasures that I have aligned in your life. I love you too much to allow you to trade the artificial for reality anymore.” I rolled over, uninstalled the app, made it Facebook-official, then stumbled upon a verse of confirmation. Of course.
Sure, ya’ll might think it’s a stretch, but I think it’s hilarious because Papa’s always finding unique ways to communicate in any means necessary. When He says to pray constantly, He means it. Luckily, He has a great sense of humor and loves to play. Lately, He’s been teaching me that everything (see: EVERYTHING) is prophetic/significant, that nothing is a coincidence or accident or arbitrary. And I guess if Candy Crush is prophetic, I’m now thoroughly entertained and convinced.