I’m one day of reading away from completing this first month of praying through the book of Psalms.
Check FB notifications.
Play my turn against Ken and Thom, my two Words with Friends challengers.
Check the weather.
Check/edit podcast downloads.
Today I also checked if our end-of-month pay deposit had hit the account yet.
I just deleted the word “sadly” from “what is becoming routine on my phone.”
I am a rich woman, living in security, comfort, and love. Who do I complain about? Myself.
Maybe it’s the isolation I live in here, with no real community other than our intimate four.
I trust God.
I’m not afraid to be weary before him. To fail before him. To be desolate at times before him. I try my best not to think I have no right to sadness when I live this life of comfort.
I’m not afraid to be joyful before him. To respond to beauty in my life. To celebrate love and laughter, and enjoy all the people he continues to bring into my days.
I am not afraid to be alive before God.
Worship is the strategy by which we interrupt our preoccupation with ourselves and attend to the presence of God. Eugene Peterson, “Leap Over the Wall”
That’s what I want more of. Less of me, more of the presence of God. I’ll be moving my focus from prayer to worship in February. I’m grateful for the distraction from myself.
David and the whole house of Israel were celebrating with all their might before the LORD… 2 Sam 6:5