BubbleTwins

Thought is a curious thing.
You can do all the thinking in the world, but until you act upon that thought, your thoughts are void.
Then you can do all the thinking in the world, and without leaving your chair you can say a trillion things, and never have to leace your chair.
Like I said, thought is a curious thing.
It has the power to mis-lead us... or redeem us.
It has the power to anger us or to calm us.
Anyway.
I was thinking (get it... thought? never mind.) and I really have been dweling on the idea of God as my everlasting King, and the Lord of my life, and the one who can satisfy my needs, and hold me throughout eternity. (Which by the way, I thought about it, and eternity is a REALLY LONG TIME!)
And I have really been reading scriptures that speak to me about his love and goodness. Like every day I have started reading Psalms 91 because it's just so dang peaceful.
And then today I came across these verses:

3 I am sick at heart. How long, O Lord, until you restore me?

4 Return, O Lord, and rescue me. Save me because of your unfailing love.

5 For the dead do not remember you. Who can praise you from the grave?

6 I am worn out from sobbing. All night I flood my bed with weeping, drenching it with my tears.

7 My vision is blurred by grief; my eyes are worn out because of all my enemies.

8 Go away, all you who do evil, for the Lord has heard my weeping.

9 The Lord has heard my plea; the Lord will answer my prayer.

~PSALMS 6

I really had to laugh out loud when I read verse 6... "I am worn out from sobbing. All night I flood my bed with weeping, drenching it with my tears." In the King James Translation it says ... "I am weary with my groaning; all the night make I my bed to swim; I water my couch with my tears."
I had to laugh because, really, how do you water a couch?
But then I got the message. This man (David) was sad. He was broken hearted, he had literally no hope. I mean how many of us have cried so so hard that we 'water our chouch with tears' or we are 'worn out from sobbing'. Not many of us.
But this was serious prayer. David was on his knees, crying out to God for all the horror that had happened in his life. He was weeping. The defintition of weeping is expressing great, overwhelming sorrow by shedding tears ie. weeping multitudes.
That's a lot of crying. His heart was heavy, he felt like all he could see was darkness. But then, at the end of the prayer, God says he has heard him. All along he heard him. Yet all the while, through the tears and anger, God was listening quietly, winding th eclock of his future, until the clock was ready to chime.
Just like when one reads a book out loud. Your readers listen quietly, waiting until the climax of the story to speak.
I just thought that was so awesome.
Now for some Pearly Wisdom that is, by far, nothing quite as amazing as what I jsut felt:

• There is the young the tired and the restless, I happen to be all three, at seperate points in my life.
• I want Bri and Leah to post the bowling pics on facebook... I loved those!
• Tomorrow is going to be soooo fun! BUSY BUSY BUSY!!!
• And can I just say... I love rain? I believe I must!
• Enough said.

Trip, Ace & Demo,

~Yours Truly