Sometimes it returns July 1, 2008
Posted by Aaron in : Life , trackbackIts 2am and I am tapping out a blog post on my iPod with “this is home” by switchfoot cranked in my headphones. That little voice that picks what to listen to is stuck on it. I can’t seem to get it to realize that this isn’t the time, not when I feel furthest from what they are singing about. Why the sudden change in tone between the previous post and todays? Earlier I got a call that delivered bad news of a magnitude that took nearly 6 hours to sink in enough to really begin to react to. And even now tears threaten to return and blur this little keyboard too much to continue, I’m not done yet so they will have to wait. Interjecting a note here, no one has died. Events have begun that will forever change my scattered family, the first of a series of dominos that will change more than anything in years and while a part of me insists that even in such change God can do something wondrous… But as my mind starts tracing shockwaves all I can see is devistation.
Sorry I just noticed how much I was rambling, this tiny screen only shows a bit at a time so it is easy. Sorry also for being cryptic. Just pray for my family.
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As the deer pants for streams of water,
so my soul pants for you, O God.
My soul thirsts for God, for the living God.
When can I go and meet with God?
My tears have been my food day and night,
while men say to me all day long,
“Where is your God?”
These things I remember as I pour out my soul:
how I used to go with the multitude,
leading the procession to the house of God,\
with shouts of joy and thanksgiving
among the festive throng.
Why are you downcast, O my soul?
Why so disturbed within me?
Put your hope in God, for I will yet praise him,
my Savior and my God.
My soul is downcast within me; therefore I will remember you
from the land of the Jordan,
the heights of Hermon—from Mount Mizar.
Deep calls to deep in the roar of your waterfalls;
all your waves and breakershave swept over me.
By day the Lord directs his love, at night his song is with me—
a prayer to the God of my life. I say to God my Rock,
“Why have you forgotten me? Why must I go about mourning,
oppressed by the enemy?” My bones suffer mortal agony
as my foes taunt me, saying to me all day long,
“Where is your God?”
Why are you downcast, O my soul? Why so disturbed within me?
Put your hope in God, for I will yet praise him,
my Savior and my God.