“And He buried him.” – Deuteronomy 34:6
*How many times have I read this and never noticed the “He” who buried Moses. The He… God Himself buried Moses. Did He come down? Was Moses with the Lord as he watched Him… Elohim, bury the shell of his body. Honor his life. Something inside of me melts at the thought of my Lord stepping down to bury his servant. My God, who knows he is now fully healed, fully restored, still cares for the shell of his body. Who are you Lord? You, who give life and put to death. You who wound and heal. Somehow in this simple phrase, it is too easy to pass over and not sit in the fullness of the weight of these words. He buried him. God buried him. My God, you buried this man who had walked closely with you. Face to face. The one for whom you showed your glory, the one for whom all your goodness passed before. The one who cowered in fear when you first called him, and yet was faithful to respond to you in the midst of all his weakness and strength and YOU spoke through him, and You revealed yourself to him, and YOU lead him in life and in death. And buried him. BURIED him. There is a piece of my heart that feels so seen and known in a fresh way, knowing you know what it’s like to bury someone. Of course you do as you watched Jesus die and be buried but to see it and think of it in this tiny phrase for a man just like us. For us to see that you don’t just see, you know. Oh taste and see that the Lord is good, is near, does see, does know, is here!
“He who dwells in the shelter of the Most High will abide in the shadow of the Almighty.” – Psalm 91:1,2
*Written January 9, 2015. Just a little over a month after we buried our 2nd daughter Dasah. Good for my heart to reflect on this past week as we celebrated Sophie’s 3rd heavenly birthday, sat at her gravesite and remembered that God is the God who sees and knows.