Dear God,
This is Kelley.
Okay, Lord, I've got crud in my eyes and spots on my glasses. My clothes are wrinkled, and I'm late. The dogs are getting on my nerves, and Alex won't get up. And it's hot.
I look at my Bible. I'm not moved to sink into its pages. And that's when I think of it. That verse. My favorite verse. I smile. That verse fits today. It is perfect for today.
Jeremiah 20:7.
"You duped me, O Lord, and I let myself be duped!"
Oh, I love that verse. Jeremiah tried and tried. He called out. He yelled. He told those people everything You told him to tell them. And for it, they threw him into a ditch. We try and we try. We seek You in all things. We take in the rainbows and the small miracles. We nourish ourselves with those words that hit at just the right time. But, Lord, sometimes the rainbows aren't visible. Sometimes the small miracles don't show themselves. Sometimes ... it's ... just ... dull and grimy.
And a sense of humor is necessary. Enter Jeremiah.
"You duped me, O Lord, and I let myself be duped!"
I am an earthly being, after all. I get tired of looking up. And You don't mean for me to be looking up all the time; if You did, You would have made us with our heads facing upwards instead of out! And what I'm seeing is okay, even with the crud, the spots, and the wrinkles. I have blessing all around me, even in the ho-hum and the ordinary. Oftentimes the miracle of You is accessible, and my spirit soars, thinking and meditating on You. But, at other times, I ... just ... don't. And that's okay.
I'm lucky to be duped!
This is Kelley.
Okay, Lord, I've got crud in my eyes and spots on my glasses. My clothes are wrinkled, and I'm late. The dogs are getting on my nerves, and Alex won't get up. And it's hot.
I look at my Bible. I'm not moved to sink into its pages. And that's when I think of it. That verse. My favorite verse. I smile. That verse fits today. It is perfect for today.
Jeremiah 20:7.
"You duped me, O Lord, and I let myself be duped!"
Oh, I love that verse. Jeremiah tried and tried. He called out. He yelled. He told those people everything You told him to tell them. And for it, they threw him into a ditch. We try and we try. We seek You in all things. We take in the rainbows and the small miracles. We nourish ourselves with those words that hit at just the right time. But, Lord, sometimes the rainbows aren't visible. Sometimes the small miracles don't show themselves. Sometimes ... it's ... just ... dull and grimy.
And a sense of humor is necessary. Enter Jeremiah.
"You duped me, O Lord, and I let myself be duped!"
I am an earthly being, after all. I get tired of looking up. And You don't mean for me to be looking up all the time; if You did, You would have made us with our heads facing upwards instead of out! And what I'm seeing is okay, even with the crud, the spots, and the wrinkles. I have blessing all around me, even in the ho-hum and the ordinary. Oftentimes the miracle of You is accessible, and my spirit soars, thinking and meditating on You. But, at other times, I ... just ... don't. And that's okay.
I'm lucky to be duped!
