I heard and my heart pounded, my lips quivered at the sound; decay crept into my bones, and my legs trembled. Yet I will wait patiently for the day of calamity to come on the nation invading us.

Though the fig tree does not bud and there are no grapes on the vines, though the olive crop fails and the fields produce no food, though there are no sheep in the pen and no cattle in the stalls,

yet I will rejoice in the LORD, I will be joyful in God my Savior.

The Sovereign LORD is my strength; he makes my feet like the feet of a deer, he enables me to go on the heights. For the director of music. On my stringed instruments.

The destruction is coming; Habakkuk senses it. He knows something horrible is approaching. He doesn’t know exactly when, but it’s coming.

And yet.

I love that.

And “yet I will rejoice in the LORD, I will be joyful in God my Savior.”

God is Habakkuk’s strength, despite his trembling legs and cropless fields and non-existent animals. God is Habakkuk’s strength when the world has come crashing down all around him.

May it also be said of us that God is our strength, and He enables us to go to the heights.