Sometimes I wonder what God’s thinking. (Ok, lots of times.) When prayer seems to fall fruitless to the floor, and battles rage unabated, and I’m frustrated with something in myself, it’s easy to wonder if what God’s thinking about includes me at all.
When I’m in those modes, those Eeyore “Nobody loves me. I’m no good. Might as well curl up and succumb to the bag of chips” moods, it takes something big to jolt me out of it.
Which, fortunately, happened the other day as I read something in my morning not-so-quiet-(does ANY mom ever have “quiet time”? Ever??)-time with God.
You have turned for me my mourning into dancing;
you have loosed my sackcloth
and clothed me with gladness,
that my glory may sing your praise and not be silent.
my God, I will give thanks to you forever! ~ Psalm 30:12-12
- “YOU have turned…” It’s God who makes this happen. Not me.
- “You HAVE turned…” It’s already done. In the past. The issue isn’t getting it to happen, but realizing it has.
- “You have TURNED…” This is where my breath caught in my throat. And where that whole “design and purpose” issue came jumping off the page at me.
That God can shift one part of us or our lives – something tough, yucky or frustrating – to become something else without even scrapping the raw materials… that’s just unbelievably cool.