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GRATITUDE ATTITUDE #20 2019

“Yank some of the groans out of your prayers, and shove in some shouts!”~Billy Sunday

Now that is some attitude about gratitude right there. A reminder that praising the LORD with loud, joyous shouts did not stop with King David dancing in the streets……at least……it shouldn’t have.

Day to day life does tend to get in the way sometimes. Today, I got up feeling a little better from the “Fall yukkies” that I finally succumbed to over the weekend. Luckily, I have a terrific doctor who knows my immune system pretty well. Anyway, I got everything done in record time. Checked off the list before I left for school. Got a mile down the road and remembered – I had forgotten the cookies I had packed up for a friends’ birthday. Errrr – – –

I didn’t feel like praising My Father at that point – let alone shouting out those praises.

“To quiet the voice inside my head that tells me the good ol’ days have passed me by or that the best is yet to come. To choose instead only the moment that’s unfolding right in front of me. To breathe in every sight and every sound…if I sensed myself drifting, I’d do my best to pause and look up.”~Joanna Gaines

I’d just read this last quote this morning and as I completed the u-turn to make my way back home, I paused and looked up. The Carolina blue sky seemed to wink back at me. Cars zoomed by on their way to someplace. I took a deep breath in – – – Yah. A bird flew between the branches of the trees and dipped its wing as I left that breath ease out – – – Weh.

A simple moment in time.
A simple breath as I looked up.
A praise that rose from the depths and sing a long with the Lauren Daigle song that “just happened” to come on the radio…

Look up child, ayy,
Look up child, ayy…”

God winks happen all the time and most of the time, I miss them, but not today. Today, I paused. I looked up.

In the busyness of life, praise sometimes gets forgotten. Loud praises rarely get passed the mind, let alone the lips. But today – even though I got to school a little later, retraced my steps a few times, I paused. I looked up. And – – – I let my praises rock the car. After all, when the Carolina blue sky winks at you, what else can you do but “shove in some shouts.”

“Shout joyfully to the LORD, all the earth; Break forth and sing for joy and sing praises.”~Ps 98:4        unnamed (2)   [Ann Voskamp photo]

PHEW AND PRAISE THE LORD

Four hours of walking the push mower. 2 – changes of sweaty clothes. 2 – breaks to gulp water. 2 -15 minute naps. 1 – shower and another set of clothes. One lost ball in a hole under a tree. A dog trying to dig to China through said hole. Praise the LORD – the yard is mowed for another couple weeks and the heat and humidity is on its way out of NC.

Phew!

“The very thing we thought would burn so brightly with joy has turned out to burn us.” Lysa Terkeurst, p93.

Needless to say, the rest of the day has been one of recovery and discovery. The lab girls are still pouting about the ball, but I have been reading and watching the rain clouds accumulate over our house. Painted a wall. Hung a few pictures. Opened my ears. After a busy morning, spending time doing the things I love most is always a good thing.

“I waited patiently for the LORD; He turned to me and heard my cry.”~Ps 40:1

We got an inch of rain on Saturday, so the grass and gardens have been growing steadily despite the 12 days of 90 degrees and humidity that has plumbed the sinuses beyond their tiny cavities. Two zucchinis and several tomatoes later, I am reading my book on the porch and enjoying the breeze that always proceeds the storm. Our Father is good that way. He breathes and those that listen hear the storms’ approach and hunker down for the duration.

“He set my feet on a rock and gave me a firm place to stand.”~Psalm 40:2

Nice thing about storms. They eventually pass. The thunder and lightning that scared me have disappeared over the horizon. My feet are in a firm place. I can wrap my arms around the porch post, feel the rain wash my face of its salty residue and smile. The hopeful prayer I had whispered in my heart at the beginning of June has come true. Grass so thick and soft has grown beyond what I thought possible, and I can walk barefoot in it every morning without a rock bruising my toes (it also stopped the mower a few times). The volunteer tomatoes are so bushy that they cover a good portion of the garden, full of fruit, and beginning to climb the blooming magnolia tree. And the tiny wisteria spouts that I planted a year ago? Well, they are stretching halfway across the portico that covers the patio.

“My hope is tied to the unchanging promise of GOD.”~Lysa Terkeurst, p94

Sometimes, life is just not easy. There are just a lot of storms that pass by in life. The physicality storm that followed mowing this morning did take its toll on this ol’ gal. The back ached even with my new back brace for the hard part of the yard. The knee hurt – even after using the inversion board – but after icing – much improved. The sinuses were swollen but less so after the essential oils. So with a little help the physical storm passed, and I’m ready to let my body yawn, listen to a little Lauren Daigle or Danny Gokey and bury my nose in a book full of hopeful covenants that are never broken.

Phew and Praise the LORD!

Tomorrow is supposed to be in the 70’s, my heart is full of joy, and hope is all around me. After all, this little guy came for a visit – until the hummingbirds kept dive bombing him. Talk about unexpected joy.

Phew and Praise the LORD!

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