On a morning when our eldest wakes with yet another cold, less than a week since the last one cleared up I am tempted to grumble and moan and have a pity party for myself. I am tempted to lay aside Bible reading and shouts of joy to God, tempted to lie down let this cold have its victory dance. Tempted to give in.
But then I read these words and I am reminded of the bigger, greater picture, of where my strength comes from, of my shield, of His throne, that I can rejoice in Him all the days long, be they filled with sunshine and well being or endless rounds of noses being wiped and laundry piles being added to at crazy rates. I can lift my head up and walk in the light of His presence this day.
Your arm is endowed with power;
your hand is strong, your right hand exalted.
Righteousness and justice are the foundation of your throne;
love and faithfulness go before you.
Blessed are those who have learned to acclaim you,
who walk in the light of your presence, Lord.
They rejoice in your name all day long;
they celebrate your righteousness.
For you are their glory and strength,
and by your favor you exalt our horn.
Indeed, our shield belongs to the Lord,
our king to the Holy One of Israel.