I've been reading through the Psalms every morning while I drink my breakfast shake and pet Giselle (which we refer to as "givin her some rubbies"). She mostly just waits for me to finish my shake so she can lick the cup clean, which is why she always has chocolate on her head. Then she runs to Brent and waits patiently for him to give her his extra milk from his cereal bowl. She is so predictable.
I'm enjoying my time in the Word each morning. It's nice to start the day off with whatever David is feeling that morning. Some mornings I read about him praising God. Others he laments to God and begs for rescue. Still others are written out of a repentant heart.
It's nice because isn't that kind of how life is? One morning we feel great, and we want to praise God. Another we are in a pit of despair, and we need some serious rescue. The next we are feeling a little guilty for something we've done - or not done.
That's why I love the Psalms. It's real life. I can always relate.
"You turned my wailing into dancing; you removed my sackcloth and clothed me with joy, that my heart may sing your praises and not be silent. LORD my God, I will praise you forever." Psalm 30:11-12
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