A New Day…

Oh, how I didn’t want to get up this morning. When the alarm went off I set the timer for 1o minutes. I just didn’t want to get up. I started moving out of the bed with about 2 minutes left on the timer. But Charlie was giving me the stink eye…mama I need to go potty!!!

So I got dressed, took my medications and then took Charlie out for a short walk around our yard. He is now sleeping on the couch again 🤷‍♀️wish I was.

But alas, I have to go to work this morning…it’s okay only 11 more days and we will be boarding that jet plane!!! I am looking forward to seeing family and friends and just hanging with my sweetie Ron. We often say to each other, we do miss working with each other. There was just something about knowing we were right there for each other.

I started a new Bible study this morning. It is on Psalm 23 by Jennifer Rothschild…I was supposed to do the study with a group of ladies online but I just couldn’t get into setting up the Zoom calls, always feeling like I didn’t have time. But I opened the book this morning.

I read Psalm 23 out loud, there is just something about reading a passage out loud and hearing those words seeping into my soul.

The second exercise was to re-write Psalm 23 by inserting my name in each verse:

Ali’s Psalm 23

The Lord is Ali’s Shepherd.
He makes Ali to lie down in green pastures.
He leads Ali beside the still waters (my safe place).
He restores Ali’s soul.
He leads Ali in the paths of righteousness.
For His name sake.

Yea, though Ali walks through the valley of the shadow of death,
she will fear no evil;
For her Shepherd is with her:
His rod and His staff, they comfort Ali.

The shepherd prepares a table before Ali
in the presence of her enemies.
He anoints Ali’s head with oil,
her cup runs over.
Surely goodness and mercy shall follow Ali
All the days of her life.
And Ali will dwell in the house of the Lord forever.

There is something very meaningful in personalizing a scripture as if Poppa God was speaking directly at me.

I remember years ago, when Marla encouraged me to write my own psalms. To begin with thanks, to cry out from my heart, to thank Poppa God for what he was/head been doing for me and then close expressing my love for Him. Maybe I will see if I can find some of them. Most of them were written 20-25 years ago.

The last few days I’ve been thinking about a question that Pastor Charles asked me often, “what would be the worst thing to happen?” and I said I would be alone. I’ve thought a lot about those conversations as I’ve been praying for K – her J passed away at the end of last week. I chatted with her briefly, she is exhausted both physically and mentally as well as not feeling well. She is hoping she didn’t contract MRSA as she was caring for J. She is facing some hard and difficult days ahead. She just feels so alone with J gone. Please pray for her to keep leaning on Poppa God in these uncertain days and for Poppa God to rally around her as she tries to figure out what to do. The campground they were staying at told her she has to be out by this Saturday. She can drive the truck, she can tow the trailer, J made sure of that. But she just doesn’t know where she can or should go.

Well, it’s that time again, time to put on my shoes, grab my lunch and head out the door. So thankful it’s only a 7.5 hour day…I just need to do my own leaning on Poppa God to take away my tiredness and put one foot in front of the other and move forward.

Blessings to each of you, thanks for following along this journey called life.