Thursday, October 10, 2013

{Day 10} A Soul Returns to Rest - Psalm 116:1-7


I was not a happy camper.

I had only interacted with my kids for a total of 30 minutes yesterday morning, and already I was spent.

And was about to turn into monster mom if I didn't do something. Quick.

I grabbed my coat, stuck my bare feet into some shoes, and headed out into the chilly fall morning before anyone had the chance to ask where I was going. Out. I was just going out.

Before I went out of my mind.

I stood outside in the leaf-littered yard, staring into the great beyond, praying for a heart transplant then and there. I needed one so badly.

Kids are kids, and they're always going to be kids. Not that they won't grow from kids into adults, but when they're kids, they will act like... kids. Brilliant. I know.

But sometimes, don't we forget? Forget that children will do childish things?





I'd say they're playing the part perfectly. But me, on the other hand? I can act rather childishly myself.

So it was a good thing I went outside, and had that phone date with God. He helped me see that it was going to be okay. I didn't have to go back inside and continue on that path.

Psalm 116: 1-7

  I love the Lord, because he has heard    my voice and my pleas for mercy.
Because he inclined his ear to me,
    therefore I will call on him as long as I live.
The snares of death encompassed me;
    the pangs of Sheol laid hold on me;
    I suffered distress and anguish.
Then I called on the name of the Lord:
    “O Lord, I pray, deliver my soul!”
Gracious is the Lord, and righteous;
    our God is merciful.
The Lord preserves the simple;
    when I was brought low, he saved me.
Return, O my soul, to your rest;
    for the Lord has dealt bountifully with you.


My soul returned to its rest. Because the Lord has been good to me.

And He'll continue to be good to me -- to us, again. And again.





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