Six hours into the sixteenth day of 2012…
and Joe had foot surgery and has to keep it propped up so I’m trying to be a merciful nurse and Sara’s esophagus turned inside out sending her straight to the hospital for three days leaving four little faces behind needing lots of love and care and I backed my car into theirs in the driveway and we still haven’t been able to celebrate Roman’s second birthday and I got the stomach flu during a three-day class that I’d spent our savings to take…
and it’s only six hours into the sixteenth day of 2012.
I’m beginning to feel like Alexander with his terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day…
Or in this case, year. I'm going to outer Mongolia.
Or in this case, year. I'm going to outer Mongolia.
Or find a rock to crawl under…
And I won't come out until I can start all over again--like rebooting the computer.
And I won't come out until I can start all over again--like rebooting the computer.
But then… morning devotions in Psalm 19…
Let the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart be acceptable in Your sight, O Lord, my ROCK and my Redeemer.
There is a Rock...Breathe deeply.
A Rock I can crawl under, lean on, hide behind and rest within its shady expanse.
A Rock I can crawl under, lean on, hide behind and rest within its shady expanse.
Thank You Lord…now grant me thoughts and words that match the wonder that whatever onslaught this year may bring, grace will plant me face forward to the wind, joy lapping at my heels… because of who You are.
Just read this. I smiled and chuckled. I love that Rock.
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