Psalm 89:14 - 108

Tomorrow is Day 45. I'm almost half way done! That really is a good feeling. That is a feeling contrary to how a feel tonight as I've had my third straight night of fever-induced sleep. I felt better this morning and had gone without a fever so I went to work. About 3:00 it came back. Off I went to prompt care. It was there I sat for 2 hours! I think if a doctor makes you wait for that long then it should be a free visit. After one gag-causing swab of my poor throat it was determined that whatever I have is viral. So i got 4 pills that cost $15 and hopefully things will begin to improve.

Enough talk of sickness. Today as I was reading psalms I realized just how jovial the Psalmists are. I'm not an overly expressive person (and my wife definitely isn't) which makes my daughter very unique. It seems that she has very high highs and very low lows. Perhaps it just comes with being a toddler. As I read many of these Psalms they really convey a passionate joy felt by the privilege of worshiping God.

This is a good reminder - especially this Sunday. I'll be extra concerned this week for a number of reasons - I'm playing guitar which isn't always pretty, it is Independence Day which means I will likely displease a large segment of our congregation (it's really unavoidable on this Sunday), and I haven't felt well which means I won't be as confident in singing.

What this Psalm reminds me of though is that none of that matters. I (and everyone else) should just be joyful to praise God. Oh, why can't we ever see it that way? Perhaps Satan instigates these petty objections???