My Hip God...

I know that sounds weird to say... but let me explain (let's face it, you can't STOP me from explaining right?)

This morning I woke up with a cloud of sadness hanging over my head.  In fact, I've spent the last several days kind of wishing a black hole would open up under my feet and swallow me whole...

BUT, it's what happens next that's really pretty nifty.  After the sickening sadness in the pit of my stomach... come the butterflies.  Remember that wonderfully delicious flittering jumping feeling you got in the deep part of your belly with the anticipation of seeing your loved one in the early part of your relationship?  I mean, it was truly enough to make you ill with gladness... the anticipation of seeing your beloved's face... spending time with that person... Just delightful!

That's how I feel about my Father in the morning.  I'm smiling right now remembering how sweet and exciting that feeling is in the early morning, when the house is still quiet (if I'm lucky!) and the smell of coffee and hope fills the air.  I get to go meet with God!  An early morning rendezvous with the Lover of my soul!  My skin actually tingles to think of it.   Does that sound sacrilegious?  Haha that's ok...  If you haven't experienced that feeling... be jealous!

So I'm reading a study by Beth Moore called A Woman's Heart, God's Dwelling Place.  It's tedious.  And all the verses in the book are out of the KJV *rolls eyes*.  But I'm sticking to it.  And after I'm done with the day's reading, I've been digging into the Psalms.  God planned them with me in mind.  Don't try to convince me otherwise.  I can be very stubborn.  :p  

So I read this Psalm today and it was so very cool... I could see the smoky atmosphere of a beatnik coffee shop... hear the snapping fingers... the drum pounding... the jumping feet of the poet, arms spread wide, whirling... shouting!  I'm telling you... Jack Kerouac... You ain't got nothin on my hip God.

Here it is:  Psalm 29 out of The Message:

Bravo, God, bravo!

Gods and all angels shout, "Encore!"

In awe before the glory,

In awe before God's visible power.

Stand at attention!

Dress your best to honor him!

God thunders across the waters,

Brilliant, his voice and his face, streaming brightness--

God, across the flood waters.

God's thunder tympanic,

God's thunder symphonic.

God's thunder smashes cedars,

God topples the northern cedars.

The mountain ranges skip like spring colts,

The high ridges jump like wild kid goats.

God's thunder spits fire.

God thunders, the wilderness quakes;

He makes the desert of Kadesh shake.

God's thunder sets the oak trees dancing

A wild dance, whirling; the pelting rain strips their branches.

We fall to our knees-- we call out, "GLORY!"

Above the floodwaters is God's throne

from which his power flows,

from which he rules the world.

God makes his people strong.

God gives his people peace.