My own rendition of Psalm 142I cry aloud to the Lord ( I need to be heard over the wails of my three yr old)
I
lift up my voice to the Lord for mercy and pour out my complaint before him( I'm really not sure I can make it as a mother this evening)
In the path where I walk men, ( little people) have hidden a snare for me.( on the way to clean the kitchen I find my 11mo old in the bathroom with a bag of gold fish split open and orange mess surrounding him)
I look to my right and see; no one is concerned for me( I feel like a maid in my own house)
I have no refuge( not even the bathroom is a safe place anymore)
No ones cares for my life( this of course is an
exaggeration but I'm going to run with it. )
( I feel alone even though precious
blond and red heads surround me tugging at my legs)
Listen to my cry for I am in desperate need. Rescue me from those who pursue me for they are too strong for me.( on a serious note, Satan loves to crouch at my door when I'm tired and
frustrated. Only God can take him out)
Set me free from my prison( my feelings of
desperation , imprison me)
that I may praise your name.Then the righteous will gather about me because of your goodness to me( I can still keep my head up around my godly friends because of your good grace God)
Well that was fun to write this morning. Really I'm much better than I was last night. In Kirby's defense, he is an awesome husband and I NEVER have felt like no one cares about me.Right now we are working extra hard to get an investment property ready to rent so my job has been to do be okay and supportive while Kirby spends extra time on this project. I fully support this project and am soo proud of him for doing this. I just felt a tad stressed the other night and laughed as I read this psalm yesterday morning and decided to share what my thoughts were as I read it.( this is a picture of the sunrise from
my back yard a couple of weeks ago.....love it!)