In the Morning

"Oh what a beautiful morning.  Oh what a beautiful day.  I  have a beautiful feeling, everything's going my way." -- Oklahoma!

Nothing like a little musical theater throw-back and good sunrise picture to inspire your day.

Fly took this picture of the sunrise this morning.  It was breath-taking. 

  

In the morning, Lord, you hear my voice;
    in the morning I lay my requests before you
    and wait expectantly.

Psalm 5:3

 Why?  Why is it so hard sometimes to open this?  Why does the extra long to do list suddenly appear in my mind as I reach to pick up the life-giving words?  Why does my phone end up right in front of me and robotically I tap the screen to lead me to time-wasting and minute-filling?  The news feed entertains me and even encourages me at times but it does not feed my soul.

I see the Fly carry his up the stairs and my eyes fall back upon my own.   I put the phone down with all the self-control I can muster.  It really is emabarrassing, the hold that little piece of technology has on me.

I open up the book that will curb my hunger and sustain me for the day.

Psalm 5.  I've been reading one a day.  Sitting in it and soaking it in as the words effervesce, issue forth bubbles, of Life.

I come upon these rich words:

Verse 7, "But as for me, I will come into Your house in the multitude of Your mercy;"

They strike a deep chord.

I read the New King James version...not because I think it's the best but because it sounds the most like Shakespeare.  Laugh, roll your eyes, or try it yourself.

The words in verse 7 hang on.  I feel my heart clinging to them.

The truth is I NEED a multitude of mercy.  It is the only way I can survive.

I want to be a good person, a good wife, a good mom.  Good.  Good.  Good.  I try so hard to be good.  And everyday, EVERYDAY, I fail myself and those I love.  And, the worst part of it all is that I beat myself for it.  I hang my head low and walk in the guilt and the shame more often than I stand in the grace and the multitude of mercy.

I cry.  Okay, so I cry often.  But this morning I cry because I know better.  I know the grace.  I know the mercy that my God offers me.  I know it is worse to not receive it.  I know it is in vain that I ignore His gentle nudges.

Forgive me.  Forgive me for being swept away in my self.  I carry the burden of "not-good-enough" because I constantly try to do it all...all by myself.  

It's kind of like idolatry.  Ouch.  But it is.  If I put all my faith in myself then what do I need Him for?

For His multitude of mercy.  I will never be good enough.  And, I'm so thankful I don't have to be.





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