Fall Apart

September 24, 2012

Bad days.

We all have them.

It seems that nothing goes right.

Our mood is less than pleasant.

We walk around holding a grudge all day because something is eating our lunch.

Or maybe, we're just sad. 

Our outlook is somber.

We might feel as though life has become to heavy and cumbersome.

We give way to worry and stress.

I'd like to consider myself a glass half full kind of girl.

I am usually pretty good about reminding myself that no matter what I am facing, 

there is someone, somewhere, facing something far worse than my mind could imagine.

I can usually trust that God has a plan- a better plan- for me.

I try to accept that getting my way might mean something tragic and painful,

Whereas God can choose to insert a little inconvenience into my life to save me from lots of suffering in the long run.

Nonetheless, we all succumb to bad days from time to time.

I find that it's easier to get down when I'm tired or overwhelmed.

That's when I let my heart wear raw and tender.

Driving home from dance class, after a very long day that proved to get the better of my heart,

Listening to the radio, I was reminded of something very important. 

God deserves my praise-not only when things are going well and I am being blessed to overflowing,

But He deserves it even when my heart aches and burns. 

When it's bleeding and raw. 

When worry tries to consume me and devour my trust.

He deserves my praise with each longing of my soul.

If I have praise on my lips, how can there be room for anything else?

"Praise the Lord! For it is good to sing praises to our God; for it is pleasant, and a song of praise is fitting." Psalm 147:1

"Great is the Lord, and greatly to be praised, and his greatness is unsearchable." Psalm 145:3