My sister-in-law posted the lyrics to this children’s song on Instagram and I’ve had it stuck in my head the whole day. A lovely reminder. (Gotta go Donut Man when listening though 😉 )
(Also, thank you to those who have asked about he interview. I honestly don’t know how it went. And I received no time line for when I will find out.)
I made it to the next round of interviews! Tomorrow—8 am! Send up a prayer for me if you think of it.
This is a turbulent, uncertain time so I just wanted to share the comfort of Psalm 91.
1 Whoever dwells in the shelter of the Most High
will rest in the shadow of the Almighty.
2 I will say of the Lord, “He is my refuge and my fortress,
my God, in whom I trust.”
3 Surely he will save you
from the fowler’s snare
and from the deadly pestilence.
4 He will cover you with his feathers,
and under his wings you will find refuge;
his faithfulness will be your shield and rampart.
5 You will not fear the terror of night,
nor the arrow that flies by day,
6 nor the pestilence that stalks in the darkness,
nor the plague that destroys at midday.
7 A thousand may fall at your side,
ten thousand at your right hand,
but it will not come near you.
8 You will only observe with your eyes
and see the punishment of the wicked.
9 If you say, “The Lord is my refuge,”
and you make the Most High your dwelling,
10 no harm will overtake you,
no disaster will come near your tent.
11 For he will command his angels concerning you
to guard you in all your ways;
12 they will lift you up in their hands,
so that you will not strike your foot against a stone.
13 You will tread on the lion and the cobra;
you will trample the great lion and the serpent.
14 “Because he loves me,” says the Lord, “I will rescue him;
I will protect him, for he acknowledges my name.
15 He will call on me, and I will answer him;
I will be with him in trouble,
I will deliver him and honor him.
16 With long life I will satisfy him
and show him my salvation.”
My Mom, sisters, sister-in-law, and I all went to a women’s conference today. The speakers included Megan Fate Marshman and Amena Brown. I also attended breakout sessions about friendship, the enneagram, and hospitality. It was a really lovely conference and I particularly enjoyed being there with the awesome ladies in my family! ❤
Psalm 34:18: The Lord is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit.
Psalm 119:114: You are my hiding place and my shield. I hope in your word.
Matthew 5:4: Blessed are those who mourn, for they will be comforted.
Revelation 21:4: He will wipe every tear from their eyes. There will be no more death or mourning or crying or pain, for the old order of things has passed away.
The church Bethany and I have recently started attending is in the process of merging one of their services into a “gospel fusion center.” I’m all about it. Though most of my life I’ve attended more sedate, traditional or non-denominational churches, I’m an expressive worshiper. I like hand raising and dancing. Joy needs expression! And for me, joy comes from worship.
Today was a “test run” with the new gospel pastor and worship staff. I forgot how long it had been since I worshiped with a charismatic congregation. It was wonderful. For once I didn’t feel like I needed to curb my enthusiasm for fear of distracting others. I could just WORSHIP.
Being more introverted, my sister does not get into full body worship like I do. If given the chance to sit while others dance, she sits. I suspect she tolerates the idea of gospel fusion worship more for my sake than any innate enjoyment. Which I appreciate. But it can feel a bit aggravating. Especially leaving service today, I was bursting with enthusiasm and eager to share it with someone. And Bethany…well, Bethany just shrugged and said something to the effect of, “It was fine, I guess.”
Does being extroverted or introverted impact how you worship?
Today all my family went to my brother’s church to hear him preach his first sermon. All of us. We haven’t been in one place together since January, maybe December. Sam did a terrific job on the sermon; it was convicting and powerful. The church was wrapping up a sermon series on ‘Heroes and Villains of the Bible’ and Sam spoke on Adam and Eve and the masks we all wear.
(There is a picture of all of us siblings together but none of us like it–sorry, Mom–so I’m not sharing.)
Rounded out the day with quality time with my nephew! Aunt life is the best.
As the oldest of five children, I’m used to doing things first. People meet me first. I get involved in activities first. It is part of who I am. When my siblings come, they are “Amy’s siblings.”
The older I get, however, the less this is the case. Nowhere is this more apparent than where my family goes to church. All my family is super involved and my Mom works there. Maybe I am now better known than the brother who lives an hour and a half away. But for the most part, I’m Anna/Bethany/Elijah’s older sister or the missing eldest daughter of my parents.
Today my Mom needed an extra volunteer so I filled in. It was entertaining. I look like my Mom; I don’t look that much like her. But people still did a double take when they saw me. Uncertain smiles, hesitant nods as if trying to place me.
One lady I’d never seen before exclaimed, “You look so much like your Mom! It threw me off.”
Another lady inquired after my Dad. My Dad? Or my grandpa? Who knows!
And so, though I go to church regularly when I’m home, I slip into my uncertain role as the Family Member No One Quite Knows.