Wednesday, 28 December 2011
By Amy at Make Me a Mary
Sometimes I wish I had an automatic boot that would pop out of the wall and kick me in the butt when I get in a funk and start to wallow.
But since one of those hasn’t been invented yet, I tend to spend way too much time down in the pit. This is what happened with me just the other night, and it continued on into the next day.
I notice that there are certain things I like to do when I’m in a wallowing kind of mood …
- I keep the blinds closed.
- I stay in bed in my pajamas.
- I munch on junk food.
- I reach for migraine meds to alleviate that pesky food-hangover headache.
- I waste time online, getting nothing done whatsoever.
- I let the dishes pile up in the sink and I leave my clothes in the floor. And I don’t make the kids pick their stuff up, either.
- I avoid talking to people, and I don’t even consider leaving the house because how could I? I haven’t even had a shower or gotten dressed yet.
- I pretty much show zero interest in beating the blues since it takes too much energy to do anything besides sulk.
So the other day as I was doing all of the above and probably more, for some reason I reached for my One Year Bible. I’d gotten behind a few days on my readings and needed to catch up.
As I read through Nahum and Habakuk, then on into Zephaniah, I thought, Wow, this feels like being back in Ezekiel. Lots of stupidity on the part of the people and lots of wrath at the hand of God. And I wasn’t in the mood for it.
But then, out of the blue came Zephaniah 3:17 …
The Lord God in your midst, the Mighty One, will save; He will rejoice over you with gladness, He will quiet you with His love, He will rejoice over you with singing.
You mean You’ll quiet me with Your love, Lord? You’ll sing over me? Are you doing that right now?
And then the Psalm for that day was taken from Psalm 147. Verse 3 gets me every time …
He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds.
I believe You will heal me, Lord. Help me do my part.
And there’s that boot I was talking about.
Such a contraption has been invented after all, and boy did it just come flying out of the wall to land right on its target.