Monday, July 7, 2014
Our morning started in the wee hours with a fire call. Elv went out quickly, running and doors slamming behind him. I tried to sleep between praying that he and the others would be safe. It was a house fire, nobody there, and quite consumed before they even got called out. But it got us on a good start to what will be a busy week: work, the usual, and a trip to Nebraska by Friday afternoon, we hope.
We're working through the emotional upheaval of changes in our congregation at church. I think the weariness of spirit is the hardest thing to bear. You can call it grieving or whatever fits how you feel at the moment. I swing from being seriously cynical about it to feeling numb and flat inside (who cares!). As is always the case, there is plenty of blame to go around. And I can conveniently divvy that out as I see it, feel better for the moment, but end up realizing that blame doesn't fix any of it.
And there is trash to haul, a roof to re-shingle, and the basement to insulate before winter. It's one of those Mondays where all the projects that have been waiting to be done, seem to line up and march by leering and sneering at us, "When will you have time?" It's just Monday today in a lot of ways.
In my devotions this morning I ran across Psalm 62:8, Trust in Him at all times, you people; Pour out your heart before Him; God is a refuge for us. There's the answer. Praise God! He never changes and His mercy is new every morning. Monday morning, too. Selah!