Sarah Lynton

If I Were A Psalmist…

Psalm April 29th
written before 10am

I am restless in the night and wake multiple times.

My alarm goes off early and I thank You for the gift of coffee.

I seek Your face and feel Your peace.  I am stirred to know You more.

I run and I am thankful for the morning.  

My hip feels tight in the last mile & doubts arise.  I wonder when this will end?

At home I go through the motions of getting ready, running late, but staying positive.

I make my coffee and at the last second, the entire thing spills.  Coffee & grounds are everywhere.

I feel my husband’s displeasure as he silently negotiates the mess.

I feel like a disappointing child.  

He snaps.

I snap back. Peace seems like a memory.

He tries to hide his disapproval.

I don’t try to hide my hurt & indignation.

I flee, running very late for work.

But You are faithful, O Lord, even when I am foolish & a failure.  

You lift my head and You are not concerned that I don’t have the answers, because You do.