(Do I have to use that word? That’s a silly word! I like ‘frabjous’ better. But there’s no rain today.)
After yesterday’s tiring day, people were still abed a bit late into the morning.
Didn’t I tell you yesterday, The Mom would be brought down a peg? Didn’t I warn her? She & The Dad were working on fixing the gasket on the freezer door. He made his typical comment about "all this junk" on top of the freezer, which, as it always does, brought a defensive retort from her. A few minutes later… a glass mason jar jiggles its way out of that junk and throws itself into The Mom’s face! Her cracked lip is still sore this morning, but she’s definitely feeling… humbler (please tell me how to say that right?) The Dad also felt sorry about it.
"When things were going great
I crowed, ‘I’ve got it made.
I’m GOD’s favorite.
He made me king of the mountain.’
Then you looked the other way
and I fell to pieces."
Well, not totally, exactly, true… but it was in our reading this morning.
The end of that Psalm (30) is even better though:
"You did it: you changed wild lament
into whirling dance;
You ripped off my black mourning band
and decked me with wildflowers.
I’m about to burst with song;
I can’t keep quiet about you.
GOD, my God,
I can’t thank you enough."