Scripture of the day:
A psalm. A song. For the dedication of the temple. Of David.
1 I will exalt you, O LORD,
for you lifted me out of the depths
and did not let my enemies gloat over me.
2 O LORD my God, I called to you for help
and you healed me.
3 O LORD, you brought me up from the grave;
you spared me from going down into the pit.
4 Sing to the LORD, you saints of his;
praise his holy name.
5 For his anger lasts only a moment,
but his favor lasts a lifetime;
weeping may remain for a night,
but rejoicing comes in the morning.
6 When I felt secure, I said,
“I will never be shaken.”
7 O LORD, when you favored me,
you made my mountain stand firm;
but when you hid your face,
I was dismayed.
8 To you, O LORD, I called;
to the Lord I cried for mercy:
9 “What gain is there in my destruction,
in my going down into the pit?
Will the dust praise you?
Will it proclaim your faithfulness?
10 Hear, O LORD, and be merciful to me;
O LORD, be my help.”
11 You turned my wailing into dancing;
you removed my sackcloth and clothed me with joy,
12 that my heart may sing to you and not be silent.
O LORD my God, I will give you thanks forever.
1) That I have a greater purpose on earth than self-fulfillment. Whenever I forget that, I spiral rapidly into a state of mind best described as Whiny Bratdom. It’s not pleasant for anyone, even myself. But whenever I’m convicted to take a step back and recenter my life around God, my outlook is dramatically different. It’s a beautiful thing.
2) That I get a break between my summer classes and fall classes. My little brain is doing backflips of joy as I type that. It is so good to have some hope to push me through these last few weeks. One paper and 1.5 Hermeneutics sections to go. Whoop whoop!
3) I’m thankful that medicine and medical attention are easily accessible to me. While I normally try to avoid all kinds of medications (it’s the hippie in me), I’ve been fighting headaches and a bizarre foot injury for the past few days, and taking an aspirin yesterday made quite a difference for me. Plus, I know that if said foot injury decides to be something serious, I can always go to the doctor. So many people do not have that luxury.
4) For my little brother. He’s the sweetest baby brother in the world. Fiercely loyal, with an off-beat (but hilarious) sense of humor. I love him.
5) For my extended family. My dear Aunt Kathy, for example, is such a servant, and has taken prodigious care of me since I arrived stateside. My grandparents truly demonstrate unconditional love, and my assorted aunts and uncles are alternatively awesome, hilarious, etc., etc., etc. (Wow, that’s vague. The headaches have kind of hijacked this blog, so my apologies).
All right guys, your turn! (Oh, and good job yesterday, by the way. You took that gauntlet and ran with it!).