For his anger lasts only a moment,
but his favor lasts a lifetime!
Weeping may last through the night,
but joy comes with the morning.
Once again, I fell behind. I could give you all sorts of reasons, and some of them would be quite sufficient, but my biggest concern is that I missed several days. I feel terrible. Not because I didn’t do my Lenten entries, but because I missed writing the entries. Okay, that made no sense. It isn’t that I feel bad that I missed doing them–I missed writing them. I really did. And the longer I went not writing, the harder it was to restart. So much of me was saying, “Oh, why bother…I’m so far behind. What’s the point?”
But I dusted my whiny self off and applied my butt to my chair (ABC writing). Ah, but waiting/procrastinating/whatever you call it, comes with consequence. The longer I go without writing, the harder it is. Really, it’s the same as any activity: exercise, sports, learning and/or excelling in a task. The key to expertise is frequency. The less you I do it, or the longer the span of time is between doing the activity, the harder it is to do.
So this is a struggle.
This verse shows me that I am like God. Or that God is like me. Don’t go moving away from me. You can’t get electrocuted through a computer. Well, okay, I guess you could. The point is–God gets angry. This is an interesting concept to consider–God is perfect yet the Bible tells us He can be a jealous, angry God. I have a couple of those traits too. And doesn’t the fact that God gets angry prove that anger isn’t a sin? Actually, I don’t believe that any emotion is a sin–an emotion is an emotion. It is how we react because of those emotion that makes it a sin.
God gets angry at us. But His anger lasts only a moment. In the grand scheme of all of eternity, His joy, His pleasure lasts a lifetime.
Weeping may last through the night–our time here may not be easy. But in the morning, when we are reborn in His image, there is joy. Every day gives us a new opportunity to rejoice in all the God has given us.
I did it. Mentally I feel like a runner who went a few too many days between runs. I finished, but my lungs are tight and I know my legs are going to be really sore in the morning. But I’ll just stretch, put on my shoes and hit the road again.