Psalm 62

This was part of my Bible reading today and spoke so loudly:

To the choirmaster: according to Jeduthun. A Psalm of David.

62 For God alone my soul waits in silence;
    from him comes my salvation.
² He alone is my rock and my salvation,
    my fortress; I shall not be greatly shaken.

³ How long will all of you attack a man
    to batter him,
    like a leaning wall, a tottering fence?
⁴ They only plan to thrust him down from his high position.
    They take pleasure in falsehood.
They bless with their mouths,
    but inwardly they curse. Selah

⁵ For God alone, O my soul, wait in silence,
    for my hope is from him.
⁶ He only is my rock and my salvation,
    my fortress; I shall not be shaken.
⁷ On God rests my salvation and my glory;
    my mighty rock, my refuge is God.

⁸ Trust in him at all times, O people;
    pour out your heart before him;
    God is a refuge for us. Selah

⁹ Those of low estate are but a breath;
    those of high estate are a delusion;
in the balances they go up;
    they are together lighter than a breath.
¹⁰ Put no trust in extortion;
    set no vain hopes on robbery;
    if riches increase, set not your heart on them.

¹¹ Once God has spoken;
    twice have I heard this:
that power belongs to God,
¹²     and that to you, O Lord, belongs steadfast love.
For you will render to a man
    according to his work.

Back to reality . . . .

We visited Washington for a week and now I'm back to reality.  Going to Bethel's ladies retreat was balm for my soul.  I talked more than I've talked in my life.  I'm sure of it.  But I didn't care--I was catching up on all the female connections I haven't experienced in the last 6 months.  Then after returning from the retreat I was able to visit more friends.  Ahhhh!  So great and nice!

And today I felt like I was slapped in the face again.  Or more like my heart was ripped out of my chest.  Sunday's are so hard.  I miss my church family so much.  This transition is even harder than before I believe.  God is calling us to some ministry here, but we haven't found it quite yet.  Or the next pastor that our church hires might help define that for us.  But I hate to wait that long . . . because I'm not sure I can wait.  Waiting on God is hard.  He has something for me but it's not clear.  And that's hard, too.

Since I'm Type A I would just like to fix this problem.  Put it on my checklist and solve it and move on.  But it's not that type of problem.  This is a time issue and a God issue.  (The latter really being the cause of the former, right?)  I will wait on the Lord . . . . this might be good for me.

Praise Harmonica

Our church has been advertising an upcoming concert for the last few weeks.  Since they've been pushing it pretty hard I decided I better check out the guy who is coming.  So I looked up 'Buddy Greene' on iTunes.  One of his albums is titled 'Praise Harmonica'.  No joke.
Do people really listen to stuff like that??  And pay money for a ticket?
We are even teaming up with one of the high school choirs and they are going to sing along with him.  Some days I think I have moved to a foreign country.

Napoleon Dynamite is real.  I'm living it.