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It's Not All About The POO





Today I want to write a blogpost that is funny. Light. Egregious (ok, mostly just wanted to write the word egregious).  However.  I am not feeling any of the three adjectives just listed.  Rather, I'm feeling rather heavy and exhausted physically, mentally, spiritually and emotionally.  

I was blessed with the reminder of Psalm 103:1-5 this am by a sweet note by my husband (*sings* he wrote me a note! he wrote me a note! *huge smile*).    

"Bless the Lord, O my soul,
    and all that is within me,
    bless his holy name!2 Bless the Lord, O my soul,
    and forget not all his benefits,3 who forgives all your iniquity,
    who heals all your diseases,4 who redeems your life from the pit,
    who crowns you with steadfast love and mercy,5 who satisfies you with good
    so that your youth is renewed like the eagle's."

Yes. Joy does come in the morning as scripture says, but it is something that is active on my part.  It isn't something I muster up on my own.  It isn't just a "feeling" I have when I wake up, especially when your body is screaming at you that there is NO way you should be awake and getting up at 5am.  No.  It's calling yourself to thankfulness.  To truth.  To the presence of the Lord most high.  

The Joy of the Lord is my Strength

That's what I tell myself when I'm tired. 

.....Or need to.

Ok seriously, today I woke up feeling poopie and not even feeling like I wanted to leave the poopie.  I wanted to wallow in it.  And wallowing in poopie is never a good idea.  So. I had to call myself to prayer.  To the presence of God.  I had to ask Him to give me a heart of thankfulness.  Funny thing; when you thank God for all His blessings and take the time to call them to your attention, you pretty much can't HELP but to "feel" thankful.  Joyful.  Therefore, unless I want to hold a grudge against God for my own choice of "the poo" then...that's just my problem.` 

I was praying the other day, asking the Lord to help me be diligent to be more thankful.  To purpose to specify to God what I am thankful for.  I also basically told him:  "God, I really would like a break from you allowing things to help me grow right now.  Haven't I grown enough?  I mean I know you grow us because you love us.  And the reason that you don't allow us to take a break from growing is because you love us.  THere is no such things as just "floating"....I know that.  But I mean...can't I just take a little longer to learn these lessons you are teaching me?  *sigh*...no.  I know I just want to take longer to grow and learn because I don't want to face what's hard.  I don't want to get to the "next hard lesson"....I guess you'd call that rebellion?  Sorry God.  I know you give grace for each moment but I can't have all the grace ahead of time and I need to be thankful for the grace I have now...not fear the "hard."  You are good and you always will be.  

Job 7:17-18 reminds me of this sentiment: 
"What is man, that you make so much of him,
    and that you set your heart on him,18 visit him every morning
    and test him every moment?"

God comes to us every morning and tests us every moment because he loves us...he makes MUCH of us...he set's his HEART on us.  Wow. How awesome is that??

Soooo....even just typing this...I still feel drained physically but in just voicing this...I feel encouraged.  My husband is holding me accountable to a challenge....one where I take at least 5 minutes a day to just spend time in thanking the Lord for all His goodness.  I know it will be something that brings Him glory and is an act of obedience to Him, but I know it will be sooo good for my own health as well!  No. More. poopiepantsing. around. the house.  

Oh Lord, you have been good.  You have been faithful to all generations. 

There are plenty of written out praises in scripture.  I need/want to get to them all and pray them/sing them to Him!  Challenge on...for life!

I can go on for a long time just rambling away I think, but right now I think it's a good time to quit.    I have a precious son to feed...plus..."we got no foooood we got no job, and our pets' heads are falling off!"  ;)  LOL

I'm gonna bring funny back.  Or at least a small giggle-worthy sentence or two.  Next blogpost.  I promise.  


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