My brain didn't wake up with me today. One thing after the other happened. Blessedly, five o'clock came pretty quickly. What will tomorrow bring, I don't know. I'm not sure whether it's better to be so crazy busy that I can't think straight? To have just enough to make the day go by? Or to not have anything to do at all? Not that last. That's how Friday was and I thought I was literally going to be carried away by the men in little, white coats. Oh well, tomorrow we get our lunch catered, which is exciting.
I've been listening to a book from iTunes called, "Sisterchicks Do the Hula" by Robin Jones Gunn. I own this book and LOVE anything this author has written so when I found her on iTunes, I just had to get it. It's so great and encouraging and it's funny how I find myself driving slower and I really don't mind traffic jams at all. (I even took the long way home tonight, which I shouldn't have done considering gas prices are outrageous, but anyway.) In the story, one of the main characters quoted Psalm 104 and I just found it so encouraging. I hope you do as well.
Psalm 104 (The Message)
1-14 O my soul, bless God! God, my God, how great you are!
beautifully, gloriously robed,
Dressed up in sunshine,
and all heaven stretched out for your tent.
You built your palace on the ocean deeps,
made a chariot out of clouds and took off on wind-wings.
You commandeered winds as messengers,
appointed fire and flame as ambassadors.
You set earth on a firm foundation
so that nothing can shake it, ever.
You blanketed earth with ocean,
covered the mountains with deep waters;
Then you roared and the water ran away—
your thunder crash put it to flight.
Mountains pushed up, valleys spread out
in the places you assigned them.
You set boundaries between earth and sea;
never again will earth be flooded.
You started the springs and rivers,
sent them flowing among the hills.
All the wild animals now drink their fill,
wild donkeys quench their thirst.
Along the riverbanks the birds build nests,
ravens make their voices heard.
You water the mountains from your heavenly cisterns;
earth is supplied with plenty of water.
You make grass grow for the livestock,
hay for the animals that plow the ground.
31-32 The glory of God—let it last forever!
Let God enjoy his creation!
He takes one look at earth and triggers an earthquake,
points a finger at the mountains, and volcanoes erupt.
33-35 Oh, let me sing to God all my life long,
sing hymns to my God as long as I live!
Oh, let my song please him;
I'm so pleased to be singing to God.
But clear the ground of sinners—
no more godless men and women!
O my soul, bless God!