I cry out to God Most High, to God who fulfills his purpose for me. Ps 57:2
I must confess. I got stuck on this passage when I read it. I struggle not to talk back to God like the faithless one of Romans 5:20 and say (about my own situation and Ian's), "Why have you made me like this?" He fulfills his purpose for me, but I don't like his purpose. I have to remind myself that his purposes behind our circumstances are good somehow. I also have to remind myself again and again that I deserve hell, but I've received mercy. The busy-ness of life has a way of drowning out the voice of mercy that should be loud and unavoidable. We've received circumstances from his hand that, though extremely difficult, are nonetheless something short of the unimaginable. So, I'll "cry out to God Most High, to God who fulfills his [good] purpose for me."
Ian had a busy day today. Our whole family and Larissa went Christmas shopping in Greensburg. That tired him out, but after he got a nap we got him up to go to a caregroup Christmas party. He was VERY tired, but it's good for him to be with family and friends.
Thank you for your prayers.