Then, there are the times in life where I grasp at minutes, or seconds, of treasured Word. It seems that God, always approachable and available, understands, and meets me right where I'm at.
This week has been one of the latter form. In a hurried scramble to flip my bookmark out of the way, I ran across these words.
"Oh Lord, my God, in You I put my trust." (Psalm 7:1)
So simple, so refining. Like a children's show theme song, these words resonated in my head for days. Only these were words I lingered over, sometimes with ease and sometimes with struggle.
When the letter arrived with insurance's refusal of our appeal, I shook my head, and remembered these words.
"Oh Lord, my God, in You I put my trust."
When the flat-screen TV was left on Pause for five hours and a slight picture of WordGirl embedded itself in the screen, I remembered these words.
"Oh Lord, my God, in You I put my trust."
When the ten-minute dentist appointment became an hour-and-a-half repair, I felt these words pour over me.
"Oh Lord, my God, in You I put my trust."
When Real Gil and I remembered that we disagree occasionally, and that we were never meant to fully satisfy one another's needs, I recalled these words.
"Oh Lord, my God, in You I put my trust."
When we caravanned to the auto mechanic for the third time this month, I loaded children and smiled knowingly at Real Gil.
"Oh Lord, my God, in You I put my trust."
When a little one seemed lost and I dashed around the house, only to find her sitting peacefully in my armoire...
"Oh Lord, my God, in You I put my trust."When the sun rolled over His mountains with streaks of day in its wake, I whispered it out loud, even with little ones nearby.
"Oh Lord, my God, in You I put my trust."
I pray you see both the subtle and the dramatic evidences of His trustworthiness this weekend.
Resting in His Peace,
Karen
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