Declare in the morning

Psalm 92:2. ” to declare Your loving kindness in the morning and Your faithfulness every night.” Certainly this doesn’t mean our life. Most certainly this doesn’t mean today, and definitely not yesterday. I was awoken yesterday to someone calling my name with the words following , “there is water everywhere in the basement,” That defined our day. Semis full of corn were still hauling and I had to go judge a 4H event, but our day was defined. Boxes that we jut carried down as a young lady who needed a place to live for a few months moved in . Wet boxes, soggy rugs, water running everywhere and shoes totally drenched within the first few steps. Talk about a wake up call; that was a unique one. It colored the day. Not the color I would have chosen but it colored the day. As we ended the day driving around checking fields ( that’s what farmers do after a bad storm), we had it pretty good. We jut had a wet basement. Our cattle didn’t get washed away down the river to walk out on someone else’s front yard. Our trees are still standing. We don’t have large 50 pound rocks and logs washed on our lawn from the torrents and power of the water bringing them from miles away. Our road isn’t closed and the dam is visible. As I drove through southern Minnesota I saw many fields still under water, many more not planted and still more the corn looking weak and yellow. Our corn stands almost waist tall and deeply green and growing, with the rain and the heat coming it will grow two inches a day.

How do we define loving kindness and faithfulness. How do we declare? The news declared yesterday all day the disaster all around us. It almost gets to where you don’t want to watch the news; the declaring of it just way too much to hear.

Do we declare the loving kindness of God in overkill mode like our radio and television stations do the bad news? I sat down this morning to watch the haze on the fields and the sun slowly come up Psalm 92 was on my heart. So, I drew it. Rather boring that first attempt at the letters. Basic, uneventful, simple and boring if I may say so. And yet, God is far from boring in our lives, we just perceive it that way. Our anticipation of what God will do in our life this day: we have no clue, and then, he starts to color. Isn’t it amazing how just a bit of color changes the page? I did not think about the man who opened the door for me yesterday as loving kindness. I sometimes overlook the phone call, the pat on the back, the simple things someone does as loving kindness from God. Yet, all those things color my life with his loving kindness. I sat at lunch with two dear friends talking about what God is doing in our lives. I stood hand in hand with a friend and a total stranger praying: her life overcome with grief with the death of her husband a year ago and picking up the pieces of her life seemingly a burden almost unbearable. I listened to a young girl give her demonstration and my heart had all these other things come to mind of the past, of fun moments when I was her age, of the thrill of a blue ribbon, of the anticipation and nerves and I said to myself, God is so faithful and I am not even looking.

What will the colors look like by evening. No clue, but I can tell you he will have faithfully walked me through the mud, the garden, the smiles, the laughs and the tears…. that’s the promise this verse gives me and I will cling to it.