NaBloPoMo Challenge

>> Tuesday, July 1, 2008

I have just committed myself to blogging every day for the month of July and since today is July 1, I guess its time:) To give you an update, I'm not doing the backstroke in the quicksand anymore. I started to flail a bit and have now righted myself and am trying to pick up one foot after another. Its such an exhausting thing to do, floating on my back is much more enjoyable. Trudging is still much better than sinking, though. Will trudge any day, anything to keep my head above the sinking sand.

I went to my church library on Sunday and picked out a book to read this week. So now, not only am I reading Hinds Feet on High Places (my fav book of all time) but I'm also reading the new Ted Dekker book, Adam. I'm plowing through it quickly. I don't usually like suspense-type books, but LOVE his. I get so wrapped up in the story that I can't put it down.

Psalm 51 (The Message)
1-3Generous in love—God, give grace! Huge in mercy—
wipe out my bad record.
Scrub away my guilt,
soak out my sins in your laundry.
I know how bad I've been;
my sins are staring me down.

4-6 You're the One I've violated, and you've seen
it all, seen the full extent of my evil.
You have all the facts before you;
whatever you decide about me is fair.
I've been out of step with you for a long time,
in the wrong since before I was born.
What you're after is truth from the inside out.
Enter me, then; conceive a new, true life.

7-15 Soak me in your laundry and I'll come out clean,
scrub me and I'll have a snow-white life.
Tune me in to foot-tapping songs,
set these once-broken bones to dancing.
Don't look too close for blemishes,
give me a clean bill of health.
God, make a fresh start in me,
shape a Genesis week from the chaos of my life.
Don't throw me out with the trash,
or fail to breathe holiness in me.
Bring me back from gray exile,
put a fresh wind in my sails!
Give me a job teaching rebels your ways
so the lost can find their way home.
Commute my death sentence, God, my salvation God,
and I'll sing anthems to your life-giving ways.
Unbutton my lips, dear God;
I'll let loose with your praise.

16-17 Going through the motions doesn't please you,
a flawless performance is nothing to you.
I learned God-worship
when my pride was shattered.
Heart-shattered lives ready for love
don't for a moment escape God's notice.

18-19 Make Zion the place you delight in,
repair Jerusalem's broken-down walls.
Then you'll get real worship from us,
acts of worship small and large,
Including all the bulls
they can heave onto your altar!

This is my prayer today, "Soak me in your laundry and I'll come out clean,
scrub me and I'll have a snow-white life."
I especially need laundered, floating/trudging through all this quicksand. Happy floating/trudging/running/soaring/sailing -- whatever place you are in at this second -- have a happy!

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