I picked up my Bible this morning, for the first time in a little while. My excuse of a crazy schedule is lame, especially since this is my third day off in a row. Couldn't decide what to read, so looked up my daily email devotional, and it was some verses in Psalm 18...so I decided to read the entire chapter. And proceeded to be broken. In just a matter of minutes. Rick came into the bedroom, and I blubbered my way through telling him what had happened in my heart, and then I wrote some things down. Here are my thoughts on this Psalm and how it spoke to me. Get out your Bible and read it for yourself, because I'm not going to type out the verses. There is more than what I can write down that touched me and broke me in these verses...I'll let the Word do most of the talking.
vs. 4-5 the cords of death, torrents of destruction, cords of the grave, snares of death....(.to me at this point in time, this is the "world" and all it has to offer to try to fill the empty places in me, it's view of my God and the people who follow Him)...entangled, overwhelmed, coiled, confronted..(where I have been lately...with the views of society wrapped around me)
vs. 6 is my silent plea for help! I didn't even know I was needful and wasn't aware of my dangerous position
vs. 7-15 He came to my rescue, like a knight in shining armor avenging his princess! The anger and emotion at where I was...not at me, but at what was keeping me intertwined with the culture around me.
vs. 16-19 His gentle and loving renewal of my damaged heart
vs. 21-24 I can't say I have kept his ways, and that I haven't turned from Him. I haven't been blameless or kept myself from sin....but He has rewarded me according to the righteousness I have in Christ, my hands are clean because of Him.
vs. 28-29 What I can do with His help...not on my own! That's for sure! But if my hand is in His...
The song comes to mind....."Word of God speak, would you pour down like rain, washing my eyes to see Your majesty. To be still and know that You're in this place...please let me stay and rest in Your holiness....Word of God.....speak..."
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
Friday, June 24, 2011
Dad
Last Sunday was Fathers Day, and then June 21st was Dad’s birthday. He’s been on my mind. About 1:00am on Sunday, I picked up some people from the airport and took them to the hotel. One of the men was older, and used a walker, so I did my best to get him on the coach and off with as much care as I could. His son said” Thank you! You are so nice, you didn’t have to do that!” I said, “My daddy used one of those, so I know how it goes..” And as they walked away, I got all teary. I shut my bay doors, and got on the coach, blinking away the tears. It’s not often that I “miss” my dad, because he’s in a much better place now, but memories of him sometimes hit me like a ton of bricks.
- Wheelbarrow rides, picking wildflowers, hoeing in the garden
- Amazing wrapping paper, and little presents on special days
- Cookies, and pies, and goodies
- Stilt houses, and whistling
- Naps in the sun, picking raspberries
I'm ready for the heartache
I'm ready for my world to break
I know I'm in for tears
There will be days when I want to disappear
But I'll keep moving on
'Cause I know inside that's what you want
But there's one thing I just can't take yet
It's what I'll do if I ever I forget
Been stocking up on your stories
And I'll be saving all the things you gave to me
But the one thing that I'm scared I can't keep
It's the part that means the most to me
So keep the pace up
Don't let the music stop
'Cause if I think to much
My everything just drops
And I want to breathe you in 'til I turn blue
I want to bottle all the words you use
I really don't know what I'll do
I'm petrified of the day
When I can't picture your face
When I can't recall hear in my head
All the words you would surely have said
I don't know what I'll do
What I'll do
I don't know what I'll do
When I can't remember all of you
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