Psalm 30: 5.

“For his anger endureth but a moment; in his favor is life: weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning.”

I love the Lord, I study and meditate on His Word. I believe that His Word is TRUTH.

I believe in Forgiveness, and know I have received more than my share. BUT, joy doesn’t always come in the morning it’s wanted.

This Holiday Season is not as joyous as years past. (Even the year I believed would be my last Christmas, (I heard the Lord say – – search in this blog)). If it wasn’t for Franklin Memorial Church, (where I play piano and teach Bible), we would be in much worse shape.

Thank you, Lord, for a loving group of people.

Friends and relatives have gone on to be with the Lord, and we hadn’t the chance to say I love you one last time.

Then there are our personal experiences. The surgery to remove the soccer ball from my side was canceled. (Fear that my one kidney would fail).

So a month I thought would be tight financially, (no income during recovery). Ended up being tight because the expected work never arrived.

We have lived by Faith for many years, (no steady income), and we have been ahead, and behind. Behind is never a good place, but the verse above has always proven to be true.

This year seems to be taking a bit longer.

A speeding ticket for Thanksgiving, a car backing into us in the drive-thru last night, (who backs up in a drive-thru?) and many hours of driving ahead.

I awoke this am, with no joy, just aggravation. I cannot blame the last paragraph on anyone but me.

I should have driven straight home last night, not stopped for food, I should have not been driving fast at Thanksgiving. (I am sure, I was just keeping up with traffic, ).

Both my errors. Not God’s problem.

But I still wake up hoping they would be gone. They are not.

Suck it up, buttercup. Know you are accountable for your actions, pay the price, repent and take a nap.

There’s always tomorrow.

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