Wincing and Worship

Today I have been wincing. In pain. I did something to a hip muscle. Or so it seems. Might have something to do with the way I lifted those heavy chairs yesterday.

But unfortunately, today there was not a spring, but rather a limp in my (okay I will admit it) somewhat aging step:)

It made me sad and vulnerable as I came face to face with my weakness. And my age. I love to stay active. The outdoor sun, brilliantly highlighting the golden trees, was beckoning me for a meander through God's handiwork. So, I stepped out. Gingerly. Deliberately. Carefully placing my steps. Wincing at times when I stepped in a way that unfortunately triggered the pain.

A couple other situations had made today, well not the best. My husband was not feeling well, and we discovered a gutter issue (with ramifications). Satan was trying to steal my joy. The joy that I had abundantly been experiencing since our move to this lovely corner of the world.

And then, I came to the realization, that God was calling me to Him and to His Father heart. He wanted me to share my concerns and my struggles. To count my blessings and bask in His goodness. He laid someone on our heart to reach out to, and within an hour or so, he was on our property and helping to right the problematic situation. He had just happened to be in the area when I called.

We know that this if life. Ups and downs. Pain and sorrow. Mishaps and mistakes. And through it all....there is a God to worship. A God to praise. A God to thank. For He is always there to see us through, and to bless us with His goodness and presense along the bumpy way. Thank you Jesus. We worship you, even when we are wincing, knowing you are worthy and winsome, great and good!