Psalm...

First of all, is it Psalm or Psalms?

Moving on; I was reading Psalm 10 today and felt convicted by the writer's behavior. At the beginning, the psalmist says, "Why, O Lord, do you stand far off? Why do you hid yourself in times of trouble?" To me this clearly is a person feeling distant from God and somewhat irritated that he can't seem to find Him when he feels he most needs Him. The psalmist continues for the next 9 verses somewhat complaining about why the wicked seem to prosper. The psalmist quickly transitions to asking God to arise and lift up His hand, and then to praise him and King for ever and ever and many things He does. Why the sudden change from verse 1 of God being distant to praising God and rmembering His acts in verses 12-18?

My answer may be simple, but words repeated can often change your heart and how you feel. The psalmist was remembering what and who God is now making Him maybe not so distant. Praising God in turmoil and distance from Him, often brings your heart back to knowing the promises of God and how He hasn't truly abandoned you at all. I always try to convince myself that I will change the way I think about this or that, but never do I actually give words to such a revelation. Confessing truth could in fact be the way to change my attitude toward a situation instead of the other way around. Words are convincing and life changing; maybe changing attitudes start with confessing the new attitude I want enough times and reading it enough times for my heart to be convinced instead of mentally convincing myself to change and never saying anything.

Sorry about this rant but felt convicted about confessing with my mouth challenges God is working me through. Blogging was the best way I could confess with "mouth" (fingers on a keyboard) while at my work computer on lunch. Later I can tell more people!

Remember who God is and what He has done for you especially in the depths. He will never leave you nor forsake and knowing that in your head and believing it in your heart are truly two different things. God Bless and confess!

My Out...

So last night I was playing softball with my UNDEFEATED church team. I play catcher which is perfect for me because while I am athletic and competitive, softball is not my best sport. I make goals every year, and this year's goal was to get an out at home. I will sacrifice my body to prevent the other team from scoring, just never had the opportunity, until last night.

The other team had a man on 2nd and 3rd and the guy on 2nd ended up trapped between 2nd and 3rd. Thus we had to choose where to throw and chose to throw to 2nd thus allowing the man on the 3rd to try and run home. My dear, dear, friend Ellen was playing 2nd and proceeded to throw from 2nd to me at home. It bounced once, I caught it, and dove to the left barely making the tag preventing the run! It was so awesome that I threw my glove and ball into the air in celebration totally forgetting about other base runners. Like I said before, softball is not my best sport and I have only played for 2 summers. But, luckily, the ball went straight up and straight down.

I love summer!

Currently Reading...

So I have started the 2nd book in Francine Rivers' Mark of the Lion series. Please do not let the images the covers of the books deter you from the read. While they look incredibly feminine, please know that it is completely and utterly worth the read. This is the 3rd or 4th time I have re-read the series. To put that into perspective, I have read it more times than Twilight.

The series has oodles have inspiration about serving and trusting God in the even lowliest of circumstances. You leave refreshed and enthused for the Hadassah's heart.

PLEASE READ!!

Blood on White Couches

My Zoey! So while this picture is from her puppy days, it is still a picture of how sweet she is. Last night she managed to break off her entire back right claw and it bled everywhere! My next door neighbor happens to have an animal first aid kit (you have to know my neighbor to know she has everything and can do anything; I am spoiled). We had to cut all the fur away from her paw, clean it with iodine, and stop the bleeding with a big gauze pad. She was such a trooper. While holding her, she just kept licking me over and over again looking at me hoping it would be over soon. She is walking with no limp though and playing rough with sister Savannah like always. What a night with dog blood on white couches! Needlessly, I am exhausted. Have a great weekend!