“Only in God is found safety
When my enemy pursues me
Only in God is found glory
When I am found meek and found lowly. . .”

Lyrics Only in God by John Michael Talbot
based on Psalm 62

(tiny toadstools / Troup Co / Julie Cook / 2015 )

(tiny toadstools / Troup Co / Julie Cook / 2015 )

How often do we as Christians, who are in this world yet not of the world, find ourselves in need of a source of strength, of a place of refuge or even a sanctuary of solace?
Most likely we have a church body, or a bible study, or a group of committed friends who are often our spiritual mainstay—the meat and potatoes of one’s faith.
Yet, for some of us, that is not the case and we may find that we are more alone than not, cast adrift as it were, floundering on the seas of the tempest of temptation and struggle.

No matter where we may find ourselves along our Christian journey, chances are we will find that there are those moments and times when we need, when we desperately long, to retreat inwards.
We yearn and need to seek a time of quiet—-a time for reflection, a time of prayer and a time of meditation.

For me it has been those stolen interludes, here and there over the years, of solitude when I could lose myself within the music of John Michael Talbot. Ever since I was a senior in high school, I have been drawn to the songs–to the lyrics of this rather unassuming musician.
A man whose soothing voice, as he is accompanied usually by only his guitar, would / could worshipfully sing the psalms.

There has always been a pinpoint accuracy to his simple songs of worship, adoration, imploring and lamentation. . .
Reverence, honor, genuineness and honesty.
Singing the psalms, as I imagine them to have been sung by a lone cloistered monk or nun in his or her cell, alone, lost in deep thought before both Savior and God.

I have written a previous post about John Michael Talbot and his music, as well as the impact it has had on my own spiritual journey.

John Michael Talbot, who is more monk than anything else, is a Third Order Franciscan who lives, along with his wife, in a Catholic Community– The Little Portion Hermitage in Berryville, Arkansas.


An odd place to find a cloistered community of both lay and religious folk alike who live in a place named for St Francis’s original cloistered community in Assisi, Italy—yet it is a comfort knowing that there are such places that exist in this ever maddening world of ours.

Psalm 62 has always been one of my favorite psalms as it speaks so rawly to my own inner struggles with the unseen God of my Salvation.
It is truly in Him where I find my rest.
It is to Him I run when the world has had its way with me–leaving me battered and bruised.
A stronghold and anchor in which I may tether myself as I wait out the storms of life.
He is always greater, while I am reminded that I am indeed, forever smaller.

Yet even in all of His greatness, He not only sees and notices, but He actually knows. . .me.
And it is during such times that I am often reminded, rightfully so, that I am indeed less than.
That I can separate myself from the world—a world that so often puffs up its inhabitants steeping them in arrogance and self-centeredness.
It is difficult, if not impossible, for those who feel their worldly importance to ever humble
themselves to the Creator of all of Creation.

John Michael Talbot’s simple yet powerful rendition of Psalm 62 has always helped to recenter me—as it has always had a way of bringing me back to the beautifully complicated relationship I have with the Creator of all of Creation. . .

Truly my soul finds rest in God;
my salvation comes from him.
Truly he is my rock and my salvation;
he is my fortress, I will never be shaken.
How long will you assault me?
Would all of you throw me down—
this leaning wall, this tottering fence?
Surely they intend to topple me
from my lofty place;
they take delight in lies.
With their mouths they bless,
but in their hearts they curse.
Yes, my soul, find rest in God;
my hope comes from him.
Truly he is my rock and my salvation;
he is my fortress, I will not be shaken.
My salvation and my honor depend on God;
he is my mighty rock, my refuge.
Trust in him at all times, you people;
pour out your hearts to him,
for God is our refuge.
Surely the lowborn are but a breath,
the highborn are but a lie.
If weighed on a balance, they are nothing;
together they are only a breath.
Do not trust in extortion
or put vain hope in stolen goods;
though your riches increase,
do not set your heart on them.
One thing God has spoken,
two things I have heard:
“Power belongs to you, God,
and with you, Lord, is unfailing love”;
and, “You reward everyone
according to what they have done.”

Psalm 62

12 comments on “lowly

  1. Nicodemas says:

    Julie, I’ve heard this song before and it is very special. I love all of this. You have once again brought encouragement. Peace and blessings to you.

    • Thank you Nicodemas—JMT’s music has always spoken deeply to my soul–I just wanted to share it with others and I’m so glad you enjoyed it—hugs and blessings to you as well

      • Nicodemas says:

        Question Julie – I’ve seen you use Saint’s quotes, and JMT is Catholic. Are you Catholic? There is much of the Catholic Church I enjoy, including the liturgy, I’m just curious.

      • one would think Nicodemas—actually I was raised in the Episcopal Church but I have always leaned toward the catholic roots of the Anglican body—-I have since walked away from the Episcopal Church as they now embrace a very liberal platform—I’ve never been one to think we need to twist the Word of God to work for ourselves–working it so we can justify our earthly desires and choices all in the name of love and acceptance—tenants and laws that God set forth for man (and see, I can’t even use the universal word here without someone being offended) were set for a reason–that whole “do not” business seems to just roll over everyone’s heads these days—I will most likely, if I could find a good Catholic church, take the necessary steps to “convert” as it were. . .as it seems to have been planted early on in my DNA 🙂

      • Nicodemas says:

        I understand! I wish you all the best in finding a church home.

  2. How beautiful! Thanks so much for sharing this. I shall be looking for more of his songs. Praise the Lord that we can always find rest and comfort in Him. Hugs, N 🙂 ❤

      • Give me strength o Lord—it’s the heat, blame it on the heat. . .I replied to your comment about making you laugh with a “then my work here is done”–well, I typed than rather than then—oh this is now getting complicated–then, than—-so next, or actually then, I sent a hasty correction–“then, then, then. . .” so many threads here that I’m running them all together–hence we know why and how Brenton got ADD 🙂
        and now I ‘m taking two aspirin, going to bed and who knows, I may call you tomorrow :)—–hahahahahaha

      • Damn, woman, you do make me laugh so much sometimes. You know, I should have figured that out. It’s not like you don’t have a bazillion things on your mind these days! So really it was my fault for not being more perceptive. Now should I take two aspirin and go to bed too??? 🙂 🙂 🙂

      • that’s why they call me a whirling dervish 🙂

      • I’m telling you, since I retired, this whole ADD brain business has seemed to have gotten worse–maybe the rigid regime was a good thing 🙂

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