Monday, April 20, 2009

unshrouded

For a few weeks, I have felt beat down. Just an unexplainable sadness. I have prayed about it, but today I realized that I was praying for the wrong thing. I kept asking God to bring back my joy, when really, I should have simply been meditating on who he is, because when one's eyes are focused upward, how can you be burdened with the mire at your feet? With the beautiful weather today, it is so easy to revel in the wonder of God. He is the creator of the trees in my backyard. He is the lender of the blue jay perched on the geraniums. He is the wind through the red tips. He is the warmth on my feet. Oh contented sigh. "Shout for joy to the Lord, all the earth. Worship the Lord with gladness; come before him with joyful songs. It is he who made us, and we are his; we are his people, the sheep of his pasture." Psalm 100: 1-3

3 comments:

heather said...

Proud of you, girl! Love ya!

Jenn=) said...

Amen!
I want to see your face soon!

Sarah said...

This seems a common theme among us all lately. :)