August

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Yeah, this photo really has nothing to do with this post. I just thought it was pretty.

I’ve been listening to Irene by Tobymac all day. “Hey little girl with the pressures of world on your shoulders don’t say that it’s over.” August has been a rough month. I had no idea it was going to be. Honest. It’s been like… like being at the beach and you’re trying to catch a wave. A nice big one comes. You’re excited cuz this is gonna be the best ride of the day. You’re all set to go. BUT you miss it. And not in the innocent “Oh I’ll just duck dive” sort of way. It’s too late for that. You get pummeled. Knocked around so much you can’t tell which way is up. That wave finally has the decency to spit you up on the shore. You gasp for breathe. Try to cough out that burning salt water taste stuck in your throat. Then, if you’re like me, alternate between terrified and TICKED OFF that just happened. August has been like that. Over and over again.

Definitely not end of the world stuff. The cliché “storms of life” stuff sounds too dramatic. Just wave after wave. Being knocked down, and coming up to see another mound of water. Oh great, AGAIN!?

I’ve been learning though. Or maybe re-learning is a better term. God is my refuge. He is my defense. He is my bread and water. And you just don’t go out by yourself, and tell the Creator, “It’s fine. I’ve got this.” You don’t do that. Ever.

Irene I carried you when you was too weak to walk
I took to you when you gave your heart to God
Faithful and true, that's what I'll always be to you…
I knew you before creation
Your foundation's solid
I will give you a palace, restore your soul
You'll be up for any challenge
Many storms are on the way better sharpen your faith
Count the cost, take up your cross
And wear it every day
Rest in Me and I will give you strength
Blessed is she, Irene who seeks my face
~Irene, TobyMac