A song we sing at our church is “Trading My Sorrows” by Darrell Evans. Part of the lyrics are “I’m pressed but not crushed, persecuted not abandoned…..” etc.
I like this song. I like it a lot. Not that I always live these words, trading my sorrows for joy. Sometimes I can’t figure out how to do that. But I sing it, and on my better days I try to live it.
Life brings challenges. It’s hard. It’s rough.. and we get pressed often. Often I feel crushed, but the fact is, I’m still here… I’m still standing… I still believe in God. I’ve been pressed, still being pressed, but I’m not crushed.
Hey, I get those lyrics. The first thing I thought of with “pressed but not crushed” was pressed flowers. When pressed the color and form are preserved when crushed… dust. They say even pressed flowers have the ability to be harvested and pollenated. So if life presses perhaps in an attempt to crush, the Holy Spirit is preserving color, form and life, who will open the book to find the treasure?
Wendy, that’s a neat way of looking at it… Thank you. I LOVE pressed flowers, and used to keep them from different countries in my Bibles when I was growing up. Neat image for me to think about.
Thanks!