A frenetic list of things to do; the ever-present anticipation of a call to show the house; my mind in a steady state of ready … set … These months I’ve felt so small, standing at a vast shore of things that are Beyond My Control. Water around me, I swayed in rhythm, and then waves came. When they knocked, I fell hard but got back up, choking, gasping. Nighttime tears, brute beasts of ignorance railing against the unknown.
Today in Psalm 73, I rush through the lines. I read it at least three or four times, distracted. And then I slowed here:
21 When my heart was grieved and my spirit embittered, 22 I was senseless and ignorant; I was a brute beast before you. 23 Yet I am always with you; you hold me by my right hand. 24 You guide me with your counsel, and afterward you will take me into glory. 25 Whom have I in heaven but you? And earth has nothing I desire besides you. 26 My flesh and my heart may fail, but God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever. Psalm 73:21-26 (NIV)
Lord, you hold it all together. Thank you for knowing how often I need to hear this.
Courtney (66books365)
Sixty-six books in a year 