At 33 weeks pregnant, weariness is normal. A friend recently told me that during her most recent pregnancy, her fifth, she never actually felt rested. I bear the same testimony. Four pregnancies in and I never feel completely rested.
Today’s rainy morning was really just more of the same. Low energy and plenty of searching. What do I do? How do I motivate myself to cook breakfast, teach homeschool, do chores?
Yes, I believe in rest and taking it easy, but I also believe in finding answers. Sometimes a walk helps bring energy, right? Maybe I need just twenty minutes with my feet up. Or should I go for the coffee?
Up at 5:45AM, an hour of searching and yearning for fullness in my soul, an hour of teaching online, breakfast of champions on the table for my kids and husband, and me at 8:30AM sunk into the couch.
But not sunk. Buoyed. I turned on a collection of worship choruses from a well-known Protestant church. I was seeking the Lord’s leading, some words of inspiration and suddenly, there they were about 10 minutes in…
The lyrics were not unlike a Psalm:
“The heavens declare the glory of God, and the sky above proclaims his handiwork.” (Psalm 19:1)
And a Gospel:
As He rode along, the people spread their cloaks on the road. And as He approached the descent from the Mount of Olives, the whole multitude of disciples began to praise God joyfully in a loud voice for all the miracles they had seen:
“Blessed is the King who comes in the name of the Lord!”
“Peace in heaven and glory in the highest!”
But some of the Pharisees in the crowd said to Him, “Teacher, rebuke Your disciples!”
“I tell you,” He answered, “if they remain silent, the very stones will cry out.”
(Luke 19:36-40)
The new song ran out:
If the stars were made to worship, so will I
If the mountains bow in reverence, so will I
If the oceans roar Your greatness, so will I
For if everything exists to lift You high, so will I
If the wind goes where You send it, so will I
If the rocks cry out in silence, so will I
If the sum of all our praises still falls shy
Then we’ll sing again a hundred billion times.
(“So Will I” Houston, Hastings, Fatkin (c) 2017)
Glory! I am here, the apex of creation, to glorify the God of all the universe. I will not be outdone by stars or stones or even a mountain. He has chosen ME to lead the creation song of glory. Let me sing His praise!
No, I am not here to be filled up with some sort of emotional experience or to be comforted in my weariness or to be sheltered from the storms of life. I am here to bring glory to God. So let me rise up! Rise up and shout for God has made today, for God has made me, for God has put work at my hands.
I said a Sanctus and put myself in place. Physically a little less weary, but spiritually strong in the power of His Spirit. The weariness drifted away and I taught a math lesson to my son.
Sanctus, Sanctus, Sanctus,
Dominus Deus Sabaoth.
Pleni sunt caeli et terra gloria tua.
Hosanna in excelsis.
Benedictus qui venit in nomine Domini.
Hosanna in excelsis.
(Piazza di Colazione, Roma, Italia)
Naphtalia 
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