Spring has sprung. Yesterday we had a torrential downpour, complete with baseball-sized hail. (Thank you hail, for bombarding my husband's car on his way home from church yesterday.) Last night Dan and I drove to the Zeeland 7-11 (because they have AWESOME slurpee flavors) and gawked at the flooded lowlands. For a region with such heavy spring downpours, you'd wonder why the phrase "Michigan basement" has been coined in the first place. Your basements WILL flood, people. Lose the basement, lose the flooding. Learn from us southerners, it's okay to have a huge porch, an attic and no basement. I promise.
My boss is having a business meeting this morning, which means it was my responsibility to stop and get bagels for everyone. On the way to work my car smelled like a bakery. Niiiiiice. For leaving an extra fifteen minutes early, I was rewarded with a warm, fresh blueberry bagel with low-fat hazelnut cream cheese. Mmmmm...carbs. (Sadly, this doesn't help my cause of getting my running core back from being out of my workout routine for a week.)
I have a weakness for these three things: pajama pants, water bottles and workout clothes. No matter how many of each I have, I'm always drawn to them. Last night Dan and I went to M.C. Sports and I found myself drooling over the moisture wicking shirts and socks. It's a good thing Dan doesn't have a job, or I probably would've left with at least $40 worth of merchandise.
Tonight my mission is laundry. I've been putting it off ever since we got back from Seattle. An embarrassing four days. I'll be forced to do it tonight...I used my last clean sports bra at the gym this morning.
Side note - I can't wait to visit North Carolina again.
My devotions have been eerily relevant to my life of late. Every day's reading has been about sorrow, struggle, waiting on God, etc. It makes me wonder, Is God trying to prepare me for some huge catastrophe that's coming my way? But then I think, if I didn't have those small reminders every day that God brings beauty out of suffering, that the past 15 months would've been full of despair and me trying to convince my human self that things will be okay. Even if my devotions are just a small, daily reminder of God's faithfulness...I couldn't ask for more. God is holding us in the palm of His hand and hates to see us worry, cry and wonder what's happening. But He endures that because it's for our own good and He wants solely the BEST for us.
I heard this song on the way to the gym this morning and thought, "Yup."
I have unanswered prayers
I have trouble I wish wasn't there
And I have asked a thousand ways
That You would take my pain away
I am trying to understand
How to walk this weary land
Make straight the paths that crookedly lie
Oh Lord, before these feet of mine
When my world is shaking
Heaven stands
When my heart is breaking
I never leave Your hands
When You walked upon the earth
You healed the broken, lost and hurt
I know You hate to see me cry
One day You will set all things right
When my world is shaking
Heaven stands
When my heart is breaking
I never leave Your hands,
Your hands that shaped the world
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