The Psalmist on Mornings!

David penned some beautiful works which refer to the morning. I chose my favorites to post here.

Ps 5:3

In the morning, O LORD, You will hear my voice; In the morning I will order my

prayer to You and eagerly watch.

Ps 30:5
For His anger is but for a moment, His favor is for a lifetime; Weeping may last for the night, But a shout of joy comes in the morning.

Ps 46:5
God is in the midst of her, she will not be moved; God will help her when morning dawns.

Ps 59:16
But as for me, I shall sing of Your strength; Yes, I shall joyfully sing of Your lovingkindness in the morning, For You have been my stronghold And a refuge in the day of my distress.

Ps 90:14
O satisfy us in the morning with Your lovingkindness, That we may sing for joy and be glad all our days.

Ps 92:2
To declare Your lovingkindness in the morning And Your faithfulness by night,

Ps 130:6
My soul waits for the Lord More than the watchmen for the morning; Indeed, more than the watchmen for the morning.
Ps 143:8
Let me hear Your lovingkindness in the morning; For I trust in You; Teach me the way in which I should walk; For to You I lift up my soul.

Thoughts on myself and others...

I went to a party last night.
I had a nice time and was happy to be reunited with a few acquaintances.
While there, though, I made several interesting observations.

#1 People (especially teenagers) treat me differently when I’m wearing a dress as opposed to jeans.
Not that I am treated badly, mind you, just differently. Everyone was still amiable and cordial, but there was a sort of underlying sense of not completely fitting in with the rest of the girls. I suppose it’s rather hard to explain, and I shan’t attempt it any further.
#2 I have nervous eating habits.
When I’m a little nervous, I snack a lot. When I’m very nervous, I totally lose my appetite.
#3 People think that I’m different.
Since not everyone at the party knew each other, the hostess went around the room and said everyone’s names and something about them. There was the “ghetto, preppy” guy, the girl “who screams a lot” etc. etc. When she got around to me, she said “Robin! She –” a look of shock crossed her face “- she – well…” her face went from shock to confusion. She searched for the right description for what seemed like a very long time. Finally - “Uh….she has brown hair.” “Wow, thanks…what a complement!” I said in mock distain. I was completely un-offended, but wondered at the fact that my hair color is the only thing there was to be said for me. Lovely!
#4 I think that other people are different
I shan’t blame anyone for thinking that I’m different, because it is mutual. Difference is not a bad thing, but it is still an undeniable and unmistakable development.
I look around the room of a dozen or more teenagers and thought “Dissimilar. That’s what we are.”
My suspicions were confirmed when they announced that one of the games would be rolling people up in toilet paper and sending them frolicking about the front lawn. “Mummy”, I believe the game was called. Curiouser and curiouser.

Anyway, even though age was the only thing I had in common with most people there, it was a nice evening. Celebrating birthdays are almost always such.

I have been told that my blog is too serious, and what can I say in my defense? Nothing, I suppose. I did think for a fleeting moment about attempting a humorous post, but quickly dismissed the idea. There is nothing so unfunny than someone trying to be so. So, I have resigned myself to continuing as I always have…
I have a few drafts on different subjects, so it shouldn't be quite as long between this post and the next.

So long everyone!
~Robin
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Morning Has Broken!

I love mornings.
A few weeks ago, I started getting up at what most people would call "ridiculously early." I have to admit that even for me, early bird that I am, 4:30 seemed very, very early.
This all started because I started walking in the mornings and I found that after a certin time it was just too hot for me to enjoy walking.
My solution: 1) Wake up as early as possible 2) do a few things around the house, 3) wake up walking companion(s) 4) wait for walking companion(s) 5) go for a walk.
After doing such for a few days I thought "Perhaps I should do something more productive with my time while I'm waiting for the companions". Then I remembered when Jesus told his disciples "Rise and pray, lest you enter into temptation. The spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak." Luke 22:46
I meditated on biblical prayer for a bit and decided that a garden would be the perfect place to pray. Unfortionately, the closest thing to a garden that I have is a deck with a few potted plants. Oh well, close enough.
It still seems strange to get up, go outside and admire the stars and moon. But I think I'm beginning to grasp what the songwriter was referring to when he wrote the song Morning Has Broken. There's somehthing about getting up before dawn and watching morning break, I'm not sure exactly how to discribe it. As I sit there, I hear a single bird call out in the distance. Then I hear another. Then another. Soon, their music fills my ears as I watch the sky lighten up in anticipation of sunrise.
Heavenly. That's what mornings are to me.

Since I've been quoting "Morning Has Broken", I decided to post the lyrics as well here.
Enjoy!

"Morning has broken, like the first morning
Blackbird has spoken, like the first bird
Praise for the singing, praise for the morning
Praise for the springing fresh from the world

Sweet the rain's new fall, sunlit from heaven
Like the first dewfall, on the first grass
Praise for the sweetness of the wet garden
Sprung in completeness where his feet pass

Mine is the sunlight, mine is the morning
Born of the one light, eden saw play
Praise with elation, praise every morning
God's recreation of the new day"