a psalm in the midst of unrest
This frustrating, nerve-jangling, nothing-going-right day — it’s a cloud over my spirit.
Anger is a seeping thing. I feel it pulsing through me. And everywhere I turn, I hit a block wall. Setbacks because a store computer isn’t working and no one can help me with a deadline project, even when I go away and try again later. Wasted hours when an insistent, persistent, beeping alarm refuses to stop…for no perceivable reason, even when security comes out and checks it… making my head throb…turning a simple 10-minute task for a friend into a wild ride. And I am screaming silently at getting nowhere with all that needs to be taken care of today…
Underneath it all, I recognize you telling me what’s really bothering me is something much more significant than any of this petty stuff. The true reason why all these things are mounting so out of proportion…
Bless the Lord, O my soul… Be not downcast, O my spirit…
Look up, you whisper.
And then I see it.
Shining, reflecting, flowing right through my heavy slider window shade, tapping to get in. And when I roll it open, a phosphorescent orange glow floods my kitchen as with lantern light from the gorgeous maple beside my deck. Turns on a radiance brighter than any bulb within my hanging glass lamp. Pours over my floors like warm maple syrup, transforming everything in its wake with liquid amber.
Over and over, it completely fools me into thinking I’ve left a wondrous light on…every time I pass by the doorway…
It’s painting glory reflections through glass cabinet doors… and, like living embers of fire in a warming grate, sending calm over and in me with your beauty, O Lord.
You’re dusting off the grime of petulance and gently rubbing in the oil of peace. You polish away tarnish… cleanse me to bring out the shine of who you are in me… restore the smooth finish that makes my heart your home… Cover me with citrus-refreshing, consoling fragrance of your light…
O the glory of your loving hand… your gifts given undeserved. With this pumpkin orange radiance, you slip your arms round me, hold me close and make me to rest my head against you. Safe and calm in the circling lullaby of your songs.
Bless the Lord, O my soul… and all that is within me.
You have days like this too, right? :)
How has He spoken peace into you?
© Pam Depoyan
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