The headache has been here since the end of last week. It has taken slight breaks now and then but has refused to leave completely. With it comes its friend, Fatigue. I have pressed through, spending time with my best girlfriend on Friday, hoping conversation would cure what medicine couldn't. Saturday, I didn't let it stop some time out with my husband, and it took a short leave for church on Sunday. Monday it returned in force and made doing anything -- writing, reading, cleaning, smiling, cooking, talking, teaching -- less than desirable. But of course, I had to do most of those things, including driving to school to pick up The Thinker.
And that's when it happened. A song. A song of praise. A song of praise with such good singin', I couldn't help but smile and lift a hand, just one, as I drove. For a brief few minutes, the hurt was less than the joy. And even though my lips couldn't form the words, there was Victory in my heart.
"Sing and make music in your heart to the Lord,
always giving thanks to God the Father for everything,
in the name of our Lord Jesus Christ."
Today, I'm continuing my count to 1,000 with Ann because every day is a good day to give thanks, even if you can't articulate it on time.
And I count Internet Cafe Devotions as a place I'm thankful for, a place to find more like-minded Word-filled thoughts.
Gifts #341 - #359:
Psalm 95:1-3 in The Message:
"Come, let's shout praises to God, raise the roof for the Rock who saved us!
Let's march into his presence singing praises,
lifting the rafters with our hymns!
And why? Because God is the best,
High King over all the gods.
In one hand he holds deep caves and caverns,
in the other hand grasps the high mountains.
He made Ocean—he owns it!
His hands sculpted Earth!"
the music in my heart
fun in a toy store with the hubs
hearing my dad preach
lunch with family
"tank you, Mommy" several times a day in her little voice
early morning fog lit by sun: world aglow
grace, grace, grace -- It's always Amazing!
the sound of my sister's voice over the phone set to the music of my brother-in-law's banjo
the smell of pumpkin bread
fun with Photoshop