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           What, then, shall we say in response to these things? If God is for us, who can be against us?  He who did not spare his own Son, but gave him up for us all—how will he not also, along with him, graciously give us all things?  Who will bring any charge against those whom God has chosen? It is God who justifies.  Who then is the one who condemns? No one. Christ Jesus who died—more than that, who was raised to life—is at the right hand of God and is also interceding for us. Who shall separate us from the love of Christ? Shall trouble or hardship or persecution or famine or nakedness or danger or sword? (Romans 8:31-35)

 

          Today (Sunday) has not been a good day. I got home from church with a digestive system that wasn’t happy and two windows with torn screens. Fortunately, one of the windows was closed and the other had not been rent so far that she could escape. After lunch, I did some quick shopping, including for the pink stuff that helps everything (and I’ll leave that topic right there,) more screen, a spline tool and a utility knife. took care of the window screens. And – now there’s no water. I have four gallons in bottles (emergency preparedness does have its advantages) but we now have either Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, Very Bad Day or a Shakespeare Day (There’s a tempest going on (in a teapot- by the way) and in this comedy of errors, measure for measure, it’s much to do about nothing. But all’s well that ends… well, all’s well that ends even if it isn’t a midsummer night’s dream that ends just the way you like it.) It doesn’t help that the story I’m listening to (supposedly a classic!) leaves one feeling as though one is drowning in sewage.

          I hope all of that isn’t too much information. None of those things is really earth-shattering. It’s just that I haven’t managed to get over the emotional aspects of the day. Today was supposed to be a day of rest and my attitude is chewing nails and spitting rust.

          Which makes all of that prelude to the passage above. Embarrassingly upset intestines, torn screens, no water, tawdry, morally bankrupt novels, nasty people, and bad attitudes don’t separate me from God’s love. If God is for me – no matter how miserably unworthy I am – the rest doesn’t matter. And yes, it’s only taken 5 hours to get to this point.

          Thank you, Lord, that today is not the sum of my life, that the things that happened are not evidence of Your attitude toward me. You’ve promised that You will never leave me or forsake me, even if I deserve it, and especially when I don’t but can’t see beyond the Shakespeare in my life.

 

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