Monday, November 19, 2012

Rainy Day Real Life


But You, O Lord, are a shield for me,
my glory, and the lifter of my head.
With my voice I cry to the Lord;
He hears and answers me from His holy hill.
Psalm 2:5-6
There is something about going from 
sunshine and palm trees 
to steady rain and pine needles
that takes a little adjustment.
I loved being away in the land of paradise;
I referred to it as our fake life.
Happy hour is a complete joke.
Really? Only an hour?
It is more like happy day or happy week.
Or however long one gets to stay.

But the re-entry adjustment is real.
There is a house to clean, meals to prepare,
maids that don't come, idyllic sunsets
that we may not see for months.
But in the center of it all, gratitude.
For getting to go in the first place.
For having so much to come home to.
And a God who is my shield and
the lifter of my head in the midst of it all.
I cry to Him to be my strength,
my joy and my song 
in the midst of this back-to-school 
and "real life" rainy day morning.
I am grateful that Christ dwells in me
that I may experience His joy and peace
wherever I am.
Lord, I trust that You continue 
to lead me beside still waters.
You restore my soul as I breathe.
My cup overflows with blessings.
Surely Your goodness and unfailing love
will pursue me all the days of my life.
Even rainy day real life.
Selah. 



Image: coosacreek.org



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