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. 

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