For this week's Psalm post I'm featuring my children
and their families.
I have a section at the back of my Bible
with scriptures underneath each one.
This week I chose emotions;
then I looked up all the Psalms scriptures.
Lots of emotions are flowing through our family right now
as we deal with a separation that appears headed for divorce court.
As I said in another post, Peyton, the oldest girl, is taking this the hardest--
at least right now.
The photos of her painting in the kitchen
are of the first night coming here to dinner without mommy.
She tired of Nickelodeon and didn't join in the laughter
of her siblings, dad, and grandfather.
Instead she retreated to paint.
I'm comforted that she chose an artistic outlet,
for that gives me hope that all the myriad emotions
won't pile up inside of her until they implode.
Her Grandma Sheri and I are keenly observing her
while earnestly praying.
We are determined that an implosion will not occur.
There is a pic of my son with his first born at our trailer at the lake campgrounds.
I chose him for that scripture as a 'tongue in cheek' commentary.
Doug broke approximately 12 bones in 15 years.
After his dad gave in to letting him play football ( I was all for it),
Doug quit breaking his collar bone (4 times),
because his rough housing energy
was being released while his body was covered in protection!
when the neighborhood boy pushed him off the top of the jungle gym,
he was totally unprepared for the fall
and broke two bones in his arms.
We were out to dinner with the boy's parents!
Another breakage time, we were in New York City.
This was a collarbone injury before his official football playing was permitted.
(Then: a skateboard injury and subsequent basketball injuries due to a weakened ankle).
My daughter and her family are featured also.
She has had plenty of heartache,
but God blessed her mightily
when He brought Robert (Jory) into her life.
They are committed to God, to each other, and to their children.
They have a deep faith in God and in prayer.
Already, their two year old understands prayer in a way
a lot of adults don't.
Aaron has Big Roy in him in a way the others don't seem to.
I don't know God's plans for this boy,
but I think that with his sweet spirit,
his keen observation,
his love of life and God,
and his sensitivity to others' feelings,
the pulpit may be in his future.
So that is what came out of me for this post.
I pray the Psalms minister to you.
It's Saturday morning and I'm up early.
I have lots of yard work ahead.
Tomorrow I will be sitting with my son at his youngest children's
community nursery school church program
and later at his oldest's dance recital.
Blessings to you as you experience this weekend.
Why are you cast down, O my inner self?
And why should you moan over me
and be disquieted within me?
Hope in God and wait expectantly for Him,
for I shall yet praise Him,
my Help and my God.
Psalm 42: 5
. . . but establish the [uncompromisingly] righteous
[those upright and in harmony with You];
Who try the hearts and emotions and thinking powers,
are a righteous God.
That you may give him power
to keep himself calm
in the days of adversity,
until the [inevitable] pit of corruption
is dug for the wicked.
The Lord is close to those who are of a broken heart and saves such as are crushed with sorrow. . . Psalm 34: 18 (Peyton scattering her grandparents' ashes).
For His anger is but for a moment, but His favor is for a lifetime or in His favor is life. Weeping may endure for a night, but joy comes in the morning. Psalm 30: 5
(Baby Dillon's arrival and then his six-year-old smile.)
Make me to hear joy and gladness and be satisfied; let the bones which You have broken rejoice. Psalm 51: 8
Restore to me the joy of Your salvation and uphold me with a willing spirit.
He heals the broken hearted and binds up their wounds
[curing their pains and their sorrows].