And then, at a certain point, the level of "wrongness" is so disproportionate that instead of being overwhelming the pile-up of problems become ironic. Almost humorous?
(my worn boots in a pic taken by Hannah)
That was my yesterday. From the truck stalling, to AAA not being able to find our insurance information, to my vacuum blowing up (ha ha ha -- not really blowing up but the motor burning out with half a room
That was yesterday.
Now it is today. February 2, 2011. A new day.
And the Lord's mercies are new.
And I laughed about my yesterday this morning.
(ready for a new day)
I'll figure those hard things out -- with the Lord's help I'll have grace and patience and hope. Rocky seasons remind me of the joy in good times, and like I've been writing, are helping me see the everyday beauty. Like this morning. My two oldest boys wrestling and laughing in the living room. Samuel eating (yes eating) a gluten free pancake from Trader Joe's. My new header, designed by my Hannah, as a gift to encourage me. The fact, that hopefully, the truck just needs a new battery. (Oh, I hope it's just that......) To sweet Chloe's kind words in the morning. Or my moment of brilliance when I reminded the boys to dump the huge box of legos on a blanket so that we can clean them easier.
I have this devotional - Streams in the Desert by L.B.Cowman - that was given to me when Todd was undergoing cancer treatments. I've pulled it out, dusted the cover, and begun rereading the pages. This is today's verse:
In the shadow of His hand he hid me;
he made me into a polished arrow and concealed me in his quiver.
(Isaiah 49:2)
God's there.
Always.
( by the way it ends with these encouraging words)
- remember how closely the quiver is tied to the warrior -
Alleluia.
I couldn't do this myself. :)
