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Apr 15

Good morning, Father!
Thank you for a fresh new start, a fresh new day, without a rigid plan or goal, able to be free enough to create with the Creator — one of my favorite things to do, my whole life long! I actually remember being 3 years old (FOUR was quite mature to me, in my memory’s eye… and I lived through the horriblest things when I was FIVE, which aged me even faster!)… I remember returning from my father’s place of “work” in Detroit, still bleeding and sore from abuse by big, angry stranger men… and I would head right out to the back pasture, to my little grove of trees on the far side of the creek, where I would cry and sing my little heart out to my Creator — “He who OWNS all this” is the closest adult rendering of what my simple 3-year-old brain could devise — and creating silly heartfelt songs that would HEAL me. It would start out in sorrow and pain and even anger. I would sing about the abuse I just endured, and how my father would not even make eye contact with me, nor would my mother, if she was home… and every adult in my life seemed to know, but not acknowledge anything bad about it, so I considered it a normal part of life I must endure. If you heard me sing, it probably made no human sense, as silly emotional songs even by adults — let alone a 3-year-old — rarely do make sense, lyrically. Yet as I sang, I began to let GO of the anger… then the pain… then the sorrow. And in its place, I found JOY. I would twirl and twist little grasses into ugly little mats or break them and stack them into piles… and I would sing little songs of happy praise to “He who OWNS all this” — my Creator. Lord, you allowed the process of creation and letting GO to heal me then, and I ask you to let it heal me now. I feel frazzled and worn OUT from the emotional turmoil of the past week or so. I have had ZERO time alone — precious “introvert time” that I usually cannot stay sane without, yet somehow I have made it being around my Mate 24/7 in our tiny little camper. I give myself and my wounded state over into your big, capable, loving Hands. Heal me, Lord, and help me to sing silly little praises to you, no matter how old I grow to be in this life. Amen. 🙂

 
Psalm 96 ERV

Sing a new song to the LORD! Let the whole world sing to the LORD! 
Sing to the LORD and praise his name! Tell the good news every day about how he saves us! 
Tell all the nations how wonderful he is! Tell people everywhere about the amazing things he does. 

The LORD is great and worthy of praise. He is more awesome than any of the “gods.” 
All the “gods” in other nations are nothing but statues, but the LORD made the heavens. 
He lives in the presence of glory and honor. His Temple is a place of power and beauty. 
Praise the LORD, all people of every nation; praise the LORD’S glory and power. 
Give the LORD praise worthy of his glory! Come, bring your offerings into his courtyard. 
Worship the LORD in all his holy beauty. Everyone on earth should tremble before him. 
Tell the nations that the LORD is King! The world stands firm and cannot be moved. He will judge all people fairly. 
Let the heavens rejoice and the earth be happy! Let the sea and everything in it shout for joy! 
Let the fields and everything in them be happy! Let the trees in the forest sing for joy 
when they see the LORD coming! He is coming to rule the world. He will rule all the nations of the world with justice and fairness. 

 

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