Thursday, September 20, 2012

Battered





I am glad for the clouds. They are fun to draw and Asherel told me I should stop drawing Honeybun with her hurt paws. Which, by the way, are still hurt and complicated by the fact that she either busted or sneakingly pulled two stitches out. When she didn't have the e-collar on that prevents her from reaching them, we sat with her and watched her carefully. Perhaps not carefully enough.

As she had been feeling better though, she bounded up the deck stairs, and I think it might have been too much movement for the stitches to hold. So when the vet opens, I am looking at another two hour roundtrip drive today on my sore bottom with the bruised tailbone. whooppee!!!!

I was supposed to go in and visit Mom K and help her do her history biographical intake with the Activity Director this morning. And then there is always homeschool and making sure Asherel is doing what she needs to be doing. I am feeling like a cloud, come to think of it, blown by conflicting winds in too many directions. I know lots of people often feel that way- too much too do with too little time. I don't handle that well, even when I don't have a bruised coccyx and a dog with busted stitches. As you can imagine, I am handling it less well with those lovely add-ons.

But of course, God has some words of advice when faced with a plateful of problems. I love the Psalms. They bring me great comfort because the Psalmist is often a big fat whiney baby...just like me! "How long, Lord," he cries out over and over. And in the end, what he concludes, like me, is that life will be filled with trouble. But it is God who establishes the work of our hands, and ultimately, our duty is to praise Him and trust Him that He will accomplish His purpose. In the midst of all that struggle, know He is there.

Psalm 90:9-17 (NIV)
All our days pass away under your wrath; we finish our years with a moan. [10] Our days may come to seventy years, or eighty, if our strength endures; yet the best of them are but trouble and sorrow, for they quickly pass, and we fly away. [11] If only we knew the power of your anger! Your wrath is as great as the fear that is your due. [12] Teach us to number our days, that we may gain a heart of wisdom. [13] Relent, Lord! How long will it be? Have compassion on your servants. [14] Satisfy us in the morning with your unfailing love, that we may sing for joy and be glad all our days. [15] Make us glad for as many days as you have afflicted us, for as many years as we have seen trouble. [16] May your deeds be shown to your servants, your splendor to their children. [17] May the favor of the Lord our God rest on us; establish the work of our hands for us---yes, establish the work of our hands.





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