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Rain on my parade

August 25, 2013

Some days I get to the end of the day, pause, look back, and say:

“What in tarnation was that?”

This would be one of those days.

Nobody died.  I did not experience traumatic losses.  I had a roof over my head, plenty to eat, a reliable car to drive.  I didn’t have to rush from one activity to another today because I had the day off work and it lightened my schedule considerably.  Shoot, I didn’t even break a nail.

And yet…as I moved through the day I found that the landscape was not all that circumstances made it appear to be.  It felt like bumping up against invisible walls.  It felt like jolting my teeth as I tripped over potholes.  It felt like being dive-bombed by pissed-off mockingbirds.

Talk about an exercise in focus.

Time and time again I returned to what I know is true of Him.  And then I revisited what is true of me…and how it doesn’t matter if anyone else sees it or values it or recognizes that the calm exterior shields a far shakier interior that is crying out for the strength to stand and move in the opposite spirit of the pressure that is sucking the breath out of me.  I am who He says I am.  I’m here by His assignment.  You seriously do not know who you’re messing with, shadow-huggers.  This is not going to go well for you.

I may not be ending this day feeling particularly encouraged, but God’s mercies are new every morning, and morning is really only a few hours away.

Thank heaven.

 

4 Comments leave one →
  1. August 26, 2013 8:15 am

    I know. As the professor ages, those kind of days increase!

    • August 26, 2013 10:53 am

      I’m hoping for a DEcrease in them, or else I’m going to have to get much better at navigating them. They’re WORK!

  2. August 26, 2013 6:55 pm

    This is so good for so many, Lisa. Thank you!

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