psalm for the little house on the hill

"You visit the earth and water it, You greatly enrich it;

The river of God is full of water;  You provide their grain, for so You have prepared it.

You water its ridges abundantly, You settle its furrows;

You make it soft with showers, You bless its growth.

You crown the year with Your goodness,

And Your paths drip with abundance.

They drop on the pastures of the wilderness, and the little hills rejoice on every side. 

Psalm 65

26/366 - a walk through the neighborhood, marveling at what 18 inches of melted snow can do to our little creek.

Yesterday, with a pre-trial hearing going on elsewhere, I needed the focus of "ora et labora" more than ever.  It would have been easy to allow anxiety to take over, to wallow in mindless internet distractions to keep the questions at bay; it was what I longed to do.  But by the grace of God, I kept reminding myself: "pray and work."  The learning hours were checked off quietly, the house got cleaned, we walked in the rain, I found myself attentive and peaceful.  At the regular prayer times I soaked in the Psalms and found riches that fed my soul in a deep way (see the lovely Psalm 65 above).  

Somehow, by God's grace, I managed to pray for my enemy and mean it. 

Somehow, by God's revelation, I find that there is more in which to delight than to fret. 

Rainy January day:  He crowns the year with His goodness.