Monday, November 8, 2010

Laughing My Way to Praising God

This morning, Felicity came to our bed at 5:22am. She thinks it is still 6:22am. (Thank you very little Congress!) I tried and tried to get her asleep. Just when I thought I was succeeding, Elizabeth woke up, around 6am. She still thinks it is 7am. (There aren't words for how ticked I am over Daylight "Savings" Time.) Then Cecilia came in and I gave up. 


During breakfast, before 7am I might add, Cecilia and Felicity sat at the table nagging me about their breakfast, their drinks, and anything else that seemed to come into their heads while I ran around the kitchen getting 4 breakfasts. Elizabeth, meanwhile, was stuck in the living room by herself sobbing her head off since she was by herself. By the time I got to eat my breakfast, my bagel was cold and hard. I chunked it. 


By the time I saw down to do my Morning Prayer, I wasn't a very happy camper. I was angry, tired, frustrated, and getting depressed. So I didn't receive the Morning Prayer's Isaiah Canticle very well.

Sing a new song to the Lord:
  sing his praise from the ends of the earth.
Praise him, who go down to the sea;
  and all that are in the sea,
  islands and their inhabitants.
Let the desert rejoice,
  and the cities of the desert,
  the villages where the people of Kedar live.
Let those who dwell in Petra rejoice,
  and cry out from the mountain-tops.
Let them give glory to the Lord,
  and proclaim his praise among the islands.


Um, yeah. Right. Praise God. Okay. I read it, and I didn't have any objection to it. But I REALLY didn't feel like joyfully praising. I knew I should. But my heart simply wasn't in it. I know, I know. I know we are supposed to praise God even for things that we would generally categorize as "stinks" but I was ready to curl under a blanket and go back to bed.


Later in the morning, I had put on my "Favorites" playlist on itunes, hoping some songs I like might help perk me up a bit. David Haas and Marty Haugen and Michael Talbott came on with the Canticle of the Sun. 



The heavens are telling the glory of God, 
And all creation is shouting for joy! 
Come, dance in the forest, come, play in the field, 
And sing, sing to the glory of the Lord!

I shot God a bit of a sideways glance. Here it was again. Praise God. I blew it off. After all, Dan Fogelberg's Rhythm of the Rain had played too.

After I had finished cleaning up lunch, I went to my computer to check my email and heard the Joslin Grove Choral Society's I Sing The Mighty Power of God.

I sing the goodness of the Lord, who filled the earth with food, 
Who formed tthe creatures through the Word and then prounounced them good.
Lord, how thy wonders are displayed, where'er I turn my eye,
If I survey the ground I tread, or gaze upon the sky. 
I could almost feel Jesus just smiling looking at me waiting for that sideways glance. He knew I was in no joyful praising mood and yet here was another little "praise God, be happy" prod. I couldn't help it. I burst out laughing.

It is nice to remember God has a sense of humor and, if we let Him, he can help bring out ours, even when we don't feel like it.













1 comment:

  1. My children have been generally quiet (although I know they are awake) but don't be jealous just yet. My dogs, are determined to make me suffer through this time change. Says the dog who howled loudly in my ear at 5:00 am this morning expecting breakfast!

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