I'm slowly working through the Psalms right now. Last night after I wrote and posted my Weekend Replay, I read Psalm 23.
1 A psalm of David. The LORD is my shepherd; I have everything I need. 2 He lets me rest in green meadows; he leads me beside peaceful streams. 3 He renews my strength. He guides me along right paths, bringing honor to his name. 4 Even when I walk through the dark valley of death, I will not be afraid, for you are close beside me. Your rod and your staff protect and comfort me. 5 You prepare a feast for me in the presence of my enemies. You welcome me as a guest, anointing my head with oil. My cup overflows with blessings. 6 Surely your goodness and unfailing love will pursue me all the days of my life, and I will live in the house of the LORD forever.
This situation is frustrating. There is no denying that. But I don't have to just let it ruin my life. How blessed am I?! At the same moment that people were losing EVERYTHING in Oklahoma yesterday, I was (and am) more concerned about getting the house that I want and moving in when I want to. God doesn't promise me that house. He doesn't promise me to move in 2 weeks before Kyle starts orientation so that we can relax together. But he does promise me blessings beyond measure. A heavenly home with him FOREVER. Why does that truth never blare in my sight as the reality I face in Christ? Why is his protection and comfort not enough?