Tuesday: 2Sept13--recovering slowly, but doing it!
Getting over the bike accident of three weeks ago now, the hematoma in places where I don't want one, finally beginning to conquer the infection in the right knee wound, wishing I felt better with more stamina, all that has been going on, quietly, consistently. As with any bump any of us takes, this is not what we had hoped for.
In keeping on there is human reason to lament. A good word, by the way. Between now and Christmas there is an extra amount to do with the wonderful forward movement of our work. Some speaking travel is coming up that is such a deep honor. Not to complain, but I do not like being without energy. So I lament.
This morning, at dawn (one of my several favorite times of day) words from the Old Testament kept pounding through my soul. They were the first thoughts I had upon slipping out of bed to go and begin again the walk/run part of my daily exercise. This had to be the day. Get a move on meant something this AM.
Circling out of Bradbury Ranch and beginning to head east on Main Street, this is what greeted my soul. Oh, whoa!
By the time I got almost to Cherry Creek, but a place where I could turn back into our neighborhood, the glory of the morning had increased to this. I stopped dead in my tracks for a bit. I could not move. All the tiredness and weirdness I'd been feeling in recent days was gone, at least for the moment.
Lamentations 3:22-23, which I had read in The Message before leaving the house came back like a full breath of fresh air: God’s loyal love couldn’t have run out, his merciful love couldn’t have dried up. They’re created new every morning. How great your faithfulness!
Thus, when I rounded the corner for home, the aches and hurts, inside and out were still there a bit. But, more importantly what I was doing with those was different.......one more time. The balance, the catalyst for better has been to remember, over and over and over again, no matter the circumstances:
How great your faithfulness God!