Happy Saturday. Happy July.
Storms last night and into the early morning. Some people can sleep like the dead during that. Not me. The cats (HER cats, I hasten to note) get all upset during storms, and do their best to communicate that to us. But also, based on some things I know and some things I've been around and through, the noise and "stuff" that goes with loud storms can conceal the sounds of an attacking force (don't ask), so it puts me into a defense mode. Not conducive to extended REM sleep.
The storms (not the rain) finally stopped. And I could sleep a bit. Then, around 04:00 a small black kitten decided it was time for me to wake up. After muttering a few less-than-complimentary things in Cantonese, I rose, put her out of the bedroom, and closed the door. Great! Sleep! Until around 05:00 at which point a grey cat, evidently had been hiding in the corner, decided to be an alarm clock. This time, the "blessings" were, I think, in German. And the door was re-opened and he was allowed out. Not chased out, allowed out, so I didn't block the door. Meaning that around 06:20 I had both of them on me, demanding their morning repast. Which I did, but at around the same Wife decided she was awake. Meaning I was getting up as well. Sigh. I've had worse problems.
At least she got some good sleep, the new antibiotics have proved to be very good at reducing the infection, swelling, and horrid pain in that abscess in her jaw by the bad tooth. A very good thing.
So we're getting by. Another night behind us, another month behind us. Been MANY times I wouldn't have expected to live to see this day, or quite a few behind it. Must be a reason for that.
Two nominees for "song of the day".
"To God Be The Glory". Appropriate for any time and any day, of course.
By the way, this was brought to us by Fanny Crosby, back in 1875. For those who didn't know, Fanny was struck blind at an early age. Rather than mope about the unfairness and misery of it all, she turned her attention to hymns and songs of praise to the Lord. Look in the back of your hymnal some time. You will be astonished at the amount of our hymnbooks that list her name as the author. She was able to do this, she had the time, because she didn't take up her days with the "urgent" things of "normal" duties for a woman of that time, and concentrated on the important things. A good lesson there in itself.
"Through It All". Andrae Crouch brought us this one, and I love it.
The line, "... if I never had a problem, I'd never know that He could solve it .." is quite correct. As another singer put it, "if the mountain was smooth, you couldn't climb it!" True. Very. Those who the Lord has brought THROUGH the storms rather than AROUND them , as most of use would prefer, understand things that others can not. This is a testimony in song. This link displays the words. Consider them. Andrae had been through it.
Our reading in the Old Testament is chapters 21 and 22 of Job.
What do you do when God just doesn't make sense?
The New Testament reading is verses 1-23 in chapter 10 of the Acts of the Apostles.
Another change, and a major one. Up to now, the Gospel has pretty much only conveyed to the Jews. A change here, and a controversial one as we will see. Some of that "in-group" stuff goes on today. Unfortunately.