Hear, O Lord, and be gracious to me! O Lord, be my helper!”
You have turned my mourning into dancing; you have taken off my sackcloth
and clothed me with joy, so that my soul may praise you and not be silent. O
Lord my God, I will give thanks to you forever.
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I once led a book club discussion on Scott Peck's The Road Less Traveled. The discussion never got passed the first sentence which was "Life is difficult." We spent a good part of time arguing over whether or not the statement, and the premise of the book was true. Some argued that it wasn't. Some argued that it was. Some were angry at Peck for an abysmal beginning of an otherwise thoughtful book. I was in the camp of those who agreed that life is difficult. For a while, I chocked it up as a nasty side effect of adulthood. For children, difficulties are fleeting and joy is all around. For adults, difficulties are relentlessly present and joy is fleeting. As children, life happens and we plunge into it. As adults we are more aware of the choices we can make that will affect our lives and the lives of others. We rarely plunge into anything without measuring the level of difficulty. And while we ponder our choices and the meaning of life, God lays out our clothes for us. Party clothes, at that.
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May we, Lord, live in the clothes you have given us. Amen.
Deb Grant, resilient child of God, creative tinker of paper, ink, wood, shiny things, paint and words. The human amusement of a parrot and a dog.
Writer, poet, artist, human, citizen, learner, scruffy, goof.
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