crowned with love and compassion

Monday, March 26, 2012

This morning we sat strangely long in a mall parking lot, waiting for the store to open. The children in the back with their Timbits and DVD playing, me in the front with my Bible open, completing my Bible study. We had dropped the baby off for a visit with his mom and dad and were killing time for a couple hours. My favorite Psalm was the Scripture of the day:

Praise the Lord, my soul;
all my inmost being, praise his holy name.
Praise the Lord, my soul,
and forget not all his benefits—
who forgives all your sins
and heals all your diseases,
who redeems your life from the pit
and crowns you with love and compassion,
who satisfies your desires with good things
so that your youth is renewed like the eagle's.
Psalm 103:1-5

Maybe some days I could’ve read this without much impact, but today, while stressed out with medical issues with a couple of my children, with a baby who needs to be safe yet still belongs with his own family, with the stress of the morning weighing down my shoulders, all I could focus on was my promised crown of love and compassion. I envisioned them resting on my head. Heavy with the weight of a hand of blessing. I felt the mercy drip from that crown down my face, filling my entire body with peace. What if we could just see the truth of God’s promises? Really see them? Would we feel differently? Would we behave differently? This morning, both were true for me. I felt that anointing on my head. I was satisfied. I was renewed. It turned my whole day around.

Crowned with love and compassion.
Even in a JCPenney parking lot.


818. hearty oats with a hint of brown sugar
819. steaming mugs of early morning coffee
820. the brief quiet between the big kids' bus time and the littles' breakfast
821. a 1st grader's morning journal
822. a 4-year-old's story time
823. the bossiest 2-year-old ever
824. 5 little babies in the middle of my living room floor
825. the fact that those 5 babies, from 3 months to 15 months are all in the same size clothes
826. diaper bag dreams
827. precious time with my youngest son
828. waiting room conversations
829. hopes and prayers for medical answers where there seem to be none, knowing God has it under control
830. my husband's faithful prayers
831. feeling the Spirit's guidance drowning out the human worries
832. artisan pizzas, movie night with the girls
833. the gift of all-access - my library card
834. piles of books awaiting my time, promising answers and encouragement
835. getting lost in a good story
836. a God who is stronger
837. a God who is risen
838. man-dates on a Sunday afternoon

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