This morning as a was reading some scripture I came across a devotional about gray days. It always seems that everytime I open my Bible, I find a reading about whatever is going on in my life or how I am feeling. I know it is God speaking to me, so loud and clear.
To you I call, O Lord my Rock;
do not turn a deaf ear to me.
For if you remain silent,
I will be like those who have gone
down to the pit
Har my cry for mercy
as I call to you for help,
as I lift my hands
toward your Most Holy Place.
Do not drag me away with the
who speak cordially with their
but harbor malice in their hearts.
Repay them for their deeds
and for their evil works;
repay them for that their hands
and bring back upon them what they deserve.
Since they show no regrd for the
works of the LORD
and what his hands have done,
he will tear them down
and never build them up again.
Praise be to the LORD,
for he has heard my cry for mercy.
The LORD is my strendth and my
my heart trusts in him, and I am
My heart leaps for joy
and I will give thanks to him in
The LORD is the strenght of his
a fortress of salvation for his
Save your people and bless your
be their shephard and carry them forever.
The devotional reading is called Dancing Leaves
Another gray, dreary day. Wind, rain, sleet, snow. Ah, the variety of ways the weather can dampen my spirits. The overcast skies rob the color from my world and I feel alone. Gray days feel like Mondays-days full of too much to do and too little time. Days with responsibilities crowding in and joy crowding out. Gray days.
Yet in the road are dancing leaves. Leaves swirling in circular patterns across the streets. Dancing leaves, you dance in circles, going nowhere in particular. Don't you know today is bitter and cold? Dont' you realize the wind is making your world an unfriendly place? Under gray skies and nasty weather, today is a day of overcoasts pulled tight and hats pulled low.
Still you dance. Crusty brown leaves, wrinkled and lifeless, you dance. Yet this dance is not your own. Let to your own volition, you'd be sitting in the nearest compost pile. No, this dance of yours comes from a source completely other than your ring of swirling leaves. The dance of yours is a defiant on, a dance which laughs at the melancholy gray.
Dancing leaves, your defiance is contagious.
Surround my dreary world today
And set my feet to dancing.
The silent song of days gone gray,
A heart that's heavy laden,
Won't have the last, the final say.
I know a song of dancing leaves,
The swirl and twirl despite the gray.
Spirit of the living God,
Set my feet to dancing
Author of Dancing Leaves: Debra Klingsporn