Random Thoughts For 1/1/2017

I’m the only one awake at the moment here in the Diva Den. I was awake for the change of numbers at the end of the date, and then I went to bed. Being a very early riser for work (4am) I was wide awake at 6:30am today.  That darn little switch in the brain click to the “on” position and here I am, sipping coffee and doing laundry before I head over to watch my youngest grandchild.

Hot cup of fresh coffee on the wooden table and stack of books t2017..oh what will happen over the next 365 days? God only knows for certain, but I have a few predictions/thoughts and plans:

  • Mom will keep taking chemo, at least for a bit. The tumor has nested itself against her hip, so this latest chemo (the one that nearly killed her last summer) is being given in a reduced dose, spread over time, in the hopes it will shrink the tumor away from the bone so it doesn’t eat through and fracture the hip. We’ve dubbed it “Pandora” and we know in the end Pandora, being terminal, is going to win, but mom isn’t going down without a fight. I will be beyond happy if she is here to roll into 2018, but it is highly unlikely. Meanwhile we take it a day at a time, making memories in ways I never imagined.
  • I will be making better money as I get my certification to pass meds in Kentucky soon. I’ll keep working in memory care, where my heart now thrives with my adorable, challenging, if you don’t laugh about it you’ll cry, residents.
  • The shop is getting a serious focus, I’m going to be doing more research, pre-planning of what to make, and doing more to schedule releases of stock. I’m taking this more seriously now, not just a fun hobby to make a little pocket money, but to really focus on it as a business.
  • I’m leaving Avon behind. I love the products and believe it them, but I am one woman with entirely too many irons in the fires and need to simplify my life. With so much anticipated in this new year, I have to do some serious pruning.
  • Purge..that is the word, my word for 2017. Purging things I don’t need, wear, have time for…and it will include not just things but activities. If it isn’t building me up, doing something positive for my faith or life, it has to go. If I don’t wear it anymore, it doesn’t fit, whatever the case, gone it will be. This includes other blogs I have, those are being done away with and everything I do post will be here. It is possible I will keep a blog for the shop, but I’m not certain of that just yet. If my faith posts offend, well then I suppose folks will have to skip reading those.
  • In the spirit of simplifying my life, even my page here got a small makeover, just a cleaner look.
  • My novel…oh the changes I’ve made, rewrites, restarts…it will be written this year but with a new direction. I’ve started, stopped, changed things, and started again. But I’ve purged all of that and starting over. As for the non-fiction work? Well, there is much I could say about that, but it is suffice to say at Woman Camp this past Fall, with my church, I freed myself by God’s grace of the burden I was carrying. I thought writing it about it would be healing, but instead I talked to my new friends, other sisters in Christ, around a fire one afternoon. Then I walked through a guided process, alone on the edge of the woods, prayed, cried, prayed some more, then took the veil of guilt and shame that was covering me, and literally dropped it on a fire and watched it all blow away in black smoke that diminished and became clear, crisp air. I’m free from that, washed in the blood of Christ, it is behind me. Perhaps I will write about it one day, here in my blog, to help others be free of the veils holding them back. Time will tell, and God will direct that path.

My coffee has grown cold in my cup, the washer is finished, and I have to be over at my daughter’s in 2 hours to spend a day with my grandson while his brother and parents enjoy a football game.

Happy New Year to all, and God’s richest blessings upon each and every one of you reading this!

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My Cat Is Getting Married Next Week

1a79c829e5af7f3d6217f0a493e77d8fWell okay she isn’t really getting married, but I was at an extreme lack of creativity when it came to a blog title today so that is what I came up with, don’t judge.

Creatively I’m just blank, flat lined, nada.  Not sure what is up other than I think I’m still just exhausted from work.  Pulling 6 days in one week, 12.5 hour shifts, and a week later I’m almost recovered.  Mind you I’ve since worked 3 more such shifts but at least it was only what I was assigned, my normal hours. No OT this week, just wasn’t up to it.

Baby watch has started officially, as my daughter is crampy, lost her plug and is about 3cm dilated.  Doc says any time is good and could happen.  Well doc you are wrong, the next 2 days this Nana works and so grand baby #5 must wait until Wednesday, and at that point has 3 days he can arrive, before Nana works the weekend.  Hopefully the baby got the memo.

My Henrietta is not running today.  I fear a fuel pump issue and hope that is covered under warranty.  Not sure and thankfully have enough cars in this house to still have a way to get to work and back.  But I hate not having my baby, and had to have my son pick me up for church.  Thankfully we all go to the same place!

The message this morning was a great one on marriage, the covenant that it is, and something the pastor said really impacted me.  He talked about how two becoming one flesh is not just at the physical level, but it is deeply spiritual as well.  This is why, he said, many still feel a pull toward their ex.  I get that.  It is why it is so devastating and why I think I’ve never quite gotten over it.  My soul is still and forever linked to my ex-husband and in God’s eyes we are still one despite the courts ‘ending’ it.  In God’s realm it isn’t over.  I also think this is why I don’t ever feel ‘right’ in any relationship at a deep level, my faith gets in the way of that.  My faith was very much a part of me even when the hubster and I had fallen far from the path, and deep down those vows were to God more than my ex.  Now, when I try to love another man and be his, it doesn’t work well for me because on a spiritual level it isn’t right in my mind.  I think it is likely I will never marry again because I had come into a relationship with Christ after my first marriage and know in the core of my soul that divorce is wrong wrong wrong in God’s eyes.  It cannot now ever be changed as the ex remarried.  And me?  Well I just don’t know that I can ever honestly make that covenant again with another man, it simply wouldn’t be right.  I’m rather thankful that one isn’t on my head as God takes the breaking of covenants very seriously.  I recommend this message once Crossroads.net puts it up, for anyone married, thinking of marriage, or contemplating divorce.  It was rather freeing though for me, to realize that may be the very reason I simply cannot find it in me to be joined to someone else.  I try, and my heart wants what it wants, but the heart is deceptive and it just never quite fits.  I’ve been the one to end 4 serious relationships since getting divorced, which tells me a lot.  I’ve not given up that God may bring one to me, but I’m not going looking anymore.  He has given me a lot to do for now, and a relationship wouldn’t bode well with all of that.

My job is one area I know that He has planted me for a purpose.  I never would have guessed that changing dirty diapers and feeding older adults could be such, but it is a ministry and I love it.  Some days I do wonder if God realizes that I am 52 years old and this is really a difficult job physically for an old chick like myself, but it is getting a bit easier.  I’ve lost 11 pounds over the past 6 weeks so I can see where it is physically a good thing for me.  It is also emotional.  I have one of my own residents on hospice now, which is hard for me.  I love this resident, and it breaks my heart to see said soul giving up.  It is also hard to look at my 9 people and realize that some are in their 90s and this time next year 3 or 4 of them may not be here anymore.  It is possible to do the job and not get attached but not sure how those aides do it.  I am very attached to them and cannot imagine them not there to care for each week.

As my body and mind are adjusting I’m getting closer to a balance of life in the nursing home and outside.  My Avon business needs a serious shot in the butt, however I just didn’t have the energy.  It has had to be one or the other, and since one is bringing in a bit more money and has medical benefits, that got priority.  I hate it.  This week is mapped out to get Avon back on track.

That goes for writing my blog posts too, which is why it has been over 2 weeks since the Marvelous one posted.  Not that I haven’t started any number of them, but just couldn’t finish before I decided to go to sleep.  I’m working on that as well, as writing is therapy for me.  I don’t need to tell you that my novels are on hold and will be for a bit.  I do have a new twist to add though so stay tuned they will be out eventually.

Farmville 2 has kept me sane, though I admit to thinking “crap forgot to harvest the green beans” when headed to a resident room after morning report.  Sad I know, but it is mindless and helps me unwind after a long day.  I also have my blog about my job, The CNA Life, but haven’t written much there yet.  🙂   I will!

Okay off to grab a glass of wine and relax, maybe work on my planner decorating a bit, then it will be time to board the Dreamland Express and get some sleep.  Praying for this week to smooth out and all things I’ve left in God’s hands to be handled…well that I won’t try to pull them back and just let Him answer those prayers.

Little Things Are Big Things

The little things in life just thrill my socks off, to me those little things make for the big things, memories.

Yesterday a very special and dear friend and I went riding on his motorcycle for several hours.  I love being in the wind, it is therapy for me.  We talked at length while we rode and stopped to grab a quick drink (water and energy drink).  Relaxing and enjoyable, we share numerous memories riding the back roads together.  He is one of those special, true friends I can call when crisis hits and he is there for me, and I’m there for him.  One of the only ones walking who knows every deep, dark secret I have and never judges me for them, just loves and prays for me.  We also share our faith which is great as we talk openly about it.

Today more memories were made after church when me and my kiddos went out of lunch.  I love that we all worship together, even the ex and his wife though they were not at the same service with us today but usually they are and no that is not awkward at all.  After services we hit one of our favorite places for lunch.  I just love spending time with my kids and grandkids, they are jewels in my crown for sure.  Nice to know too, in chatting, that my kids do not think I was a bad mom even though I know I made mistakes, they love me and see me as a good mother.

The memories of my grandson whispering across the table to me with his little mischievous grin that he took off his socks and shoes (a real sneaky thing to a 2-year-old), then later having to remove mac & cheese from his shoes before they went back on (guess he missed his mouth a few times) won’t be forgotten.  I cannot imagine life without my family around me.

Great quote I heard on the way to services:

Joy is the best makeup ~ Anne Lamott

Yes, yes it is.  And my life is full of joy, yes I really DO love my life.  Nothing about it I’d trade right now, it is full of the wealth of blessings and love, memories and laughter, family and a few very good friends.

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QUIET!!!! Simplify, Downsize, Restructure

iStock_000039816568SmallThree words that can cause sheer panic in the work force:

Simplify

Downsize

Restructure

But when it comes to social media?  THAT is another story.  It can cause a lot of strife when you remove folks from your feed, deleting them from Facebook and Twitter, Instagram and Pinterest.  I myself have had my feelings hurt when someone(s) remove me from following them before stopping to realize that they really had nothing of value to follow to begin with, and obviously felt I offered nothing.  Besides, who really needs the drama?  I deleted my own father off my Facebook more than once now because I simply could not stand another word of negativity.

Often times I follow, friend, etc., someone I think will add value to my life in someway, only to find out that most of what is there, while of value, simply is not relevant to my life at the present time.  It isn’t anything personal, it is simply that I just don’t have time to weed through things to get to the meatier items I’m seeking.   Or my feed is just too ‘noisy’ with things I cannot keep up with and so I start removing those things.

Hopefully folks won’t take it too personally if they suddenly discover they were eliminated from my feeds but I need to simplify my life a bit.  Between working, writing and more direct sales businesses than I can shake a stick at, I need to ease up on the flow of information I need to wade through each day.  I’d love to always reciprocate when someone follows me, but I just cannot do it.

It is time to clean off my followers, clean up my Pinterest boards, and simplify my social media addiction.  My sister-in-law is shutting down her Facebook entirely, and anymore I can understand that.  If it isn’t adding anything of value to her life, it’s gone.  While I’m not at that point yet, I totally support the effort.  I cleaned off Twitter and got down to following 125 people from over 200.  My goal is to get to 125 and no more than that.  I’m getting rid of the news and weather I follow, as it’s never any good news and the weather I can get by going to a site when I want to know.  It isn’t as if knowing what the weather will be is going to change anything and it’s just a bunch of digital clatter I don’t want in my life any longer.  My mind will be much healthier without it all.

I started the downsizing efforts Wednesday evening.  I was cleaning out my favorites/bookmarks in my phone and found myself on a former friend’s Twitter page.  I sent a request to follow, as it is private, before realizing that not only was I poking the bear, but it is most unlikely she would have anything of value to add to my feed at all.  Drama? More negativity?  No thanks.  I removed the request so hopefully she didn’t get herself in too big a snit over it.

My passion is my writing and my Avon business.  I dabble with the hobbies of Advocare, Jewelry In Candles, Charmed And Company Creations, Javita Coffee & SwissJust.  Mostly those get me a better price than if I weren’t a consultant/rep/distributor.  But the passion and love is truly with Avon.  Writing is therapy and a love I’ve always had since a child.  Those will have my utmost attention.

My faith will come first, above all else.  Then family, work, writing and hobbies.  My needle work (crocheting) will take a place when the weather is cooler.  I’m learning to calender block my time, down to washing my face, packing lunch for the next day, etc.  so that my time is better spent and I’m  more organized.

Delete, delete, delete some more.  It’s quieting down already!

Confident Women Don’t Hate

I follow a woman on Twitter who I have truly grown to love, Real Talk Kim (@realtalkkim) and tonight she tweeted:

“Oh darling, you can’t fix yourself by breaking someone else. Confident women don’t hate!”

I LOVE that!  She is a pastor’s wife, and full of very frank, biblical things to share on her Twitter account.  I don’t even remember how I stumbled on this one, but I’m not sorry that I did!  Next week I am going to dial in to her Tuesday morning prayer call out of curiosity.  I also follow her on Instagram, where I found this gem:

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Honestly, it really applies well to married ladies too!  Which got me thinking and confirmed my choice to deactivate my dating profiles.  Waiting on the final word from the one so that it can be removed.  No man on there was even close to what I am seeking.  I want a man who puts God first, seeks to serve Him, prays for his woman, and guides her toward her Savior.  That is not what I found on the dating sites and in fact what I was finding added up to booty calls.  No thanks.

For years, when married, we served in our local church, actively participating.  If the doors were open, we were there.  We prayed together out loud every night before bed, for each other and various needs.  It is an amazing thing to pray together with your spouse each night.  I woke every morning earlier than I needed, in order to spend time in my bible and devotions.  Life was on the right path.  Then, somethings went haywire and some how we ended up going down a road we did not belong on.  I believe it was the beginning of the end.  And while a real man would never have allowed his wife to go there, or himself, sin is a powerful force.  Dabble a bit and you get sucked in.

I cannot lay the blame at the feet of my ex, I allowed myself to skip on down that road that led into one of the sleeziest chapters of my life.  While a real man leads his family, a real woman doesn’t sit by and let things go sideways without standing up for what she knows is right.  In taking responsibility for my actions I accept responsibility for the failure of my marriage as well.   I was angry, there was a war going on between my soul and sin.    On the way to work and back right now I’m listening to a CD series by Darren Hardy that goes with his book, The Compound Effect.  While it is not about marriage, sin or God, the lessons apply across every avenue in life.  He talked about how he learned that relationships are not 50/50, they are 100/0.  You are 100% responsible for your relationships, and everything else in your life.  My marriage failed because neither of us took responsibility, and frankly I can say I am 100% responsible for it’s failure.  I let so much outside impact the inside that I have no one to blame but myself for the path we were on, my reactions to things and ultimately the way I handled things in the end.  It matters precious little what he did or didn’t do, I’m responsible for what I did and did not do.

Make no mistake I am far from perfect.  Even today I was chatting with someone about a former friend, and while I didn’t say anything unkind, and neither did she, there were no uplifting utterances either.  And since I didn’t have anything nice to say there was no need to say anything at all, even if it wasn’t unkind.  I need to go back and add that person to my prayer list again, because I learned long ago that if you are truly praying for someone, you cannot hate them.  In fact you really do grow to care for them and start to speak kindly again.  I’ve been slipping, and I have no one to blame for that but me.

No doubt this is why, when I pulled out my bible the night before last, praying for guidance as to where to read from for this week, I found myself directed to Psalm 119 (trust me, there was a definite directing to go there).  And these are the verses I’ve been pondering:

Psalm 119:1-11New American Standard Bible (NASB)

How blessed are those whose way is blameless,
Who walk in the law of the Lord.
How blessed are those who observe His testimonies,
Who seek Him with all their heart.
They also do no unrighteousness;
They walk in His ways.
You have ordained Your precepts,
That we should keep them diligently.
Oh that my ways may be established
To keep Your statutes!
Then I shall not be ashamed
When I look upon all Your commandments.
I shall give thanks to You with uprightness of heart,
When I learn Your righteous judgments.
I shall keep Your statutes;
Do not forsake me utterly!

How can a young man keep his way pure?
By keeping it according to Your word.
10 With all my heart I have sought You;
Do not let me wander from Your commandments.
11 Your word I have treasured in my heart,
That I may not sin against You.

The emphasis for 9-11 is mine.  I have to stay on the path, treasure God’s word in my heart.   I am responsible for me, for my actions, my forgiveness or lack thereof, and I cannot control what someone else does.

And so, to the friend I was chatting with, forgive me for not speaking kindly of said individual, I need to remember to build her up, not break her down, and continue to reflect Christ’s love even to those who do not, in my mind deserve it, because I certainly did not deserve His!

Being Vulnerable

As I am writing my non-fiction book about my “getting religion”, the fall from what I knew to be the intended path, the living in the swamps and cesspools of sin, to divorce and finding my way home again as a prodigal daughter of God, I’ve discovered this is going to make me very vulnerable.  I’m opening myself up, being extremely transparent and hiding nothing, and knowing there will be those who judge me and rather harshly.  But my hope in sharing it all is that the message that we can go home again, back to a loving relationship with Christ, will help another claw their way out of the pig sty and back on the road.

christian-quote-1I had one of those light bulb moments the other night, while setting aside time to read my bible and pray, a true enlightenment.  This was no night light wattage but a full blown 3-way bulb kind of eye opener.  I remember having wanted to walk away from the “lifestyle” we were so entrenched in, and being told that he didn’t know if he could be faithful to me if we did.  His honesty, in hindsight, was a good thing.  95% of our friends were from that way of life, so even walking away from the wrong would have kept us exposed to it and I know would have caused me to slip back down into the familiar.  At that point I was praying for help from God to impress it upon my ex to get us out, find us a church since neither of us wanted to return to the former one, but he was having no part.  His words were that the next time he was in a church would be his funeral.  When I prayed for deliverance I had no idea what was headed my way.

I’m not saying that God condoned my divorce or the way it came about.  He hates divorce and it wasn’t what I wanted at all.  I lost everything that was important to me with that marriage ending…my husband, living with my daughter, and soon after my son, my home…everything.  My entire world was striped away and changed in a matter of months.  I still clung to that life for a bit, going back to a club alone a few times before realizing that I did not belong there.  So called “friends” turned their backs on me and others distanced themselves as I suddenly became single and a perceived threat.

I buried my pain and tried hard to keep a positive outlook, find the silver lining in all of my storm clouds.  I learned there is a very thin line between love and hate, because to preserve oneself when their heart is shattered a person steps over onto the hate side and channels all that broken emotion into one equally strong but very detrimental.  I lashed out and fired every mean and nasty thought I could at my ex to cause him the pain he had caused me.  It would be months before the prayers I shot heavenward would start to be answered in ways I was able to see.  No doubt because they were sporadic and I still had much to learn, there was so much more to be pulled out from under me before I would finally stand still long enough for God to help me out of the muck and back on the road toward Him.

During that time I returned to my old church twice for brief stints before deciding I could go it alone rather than subject myself too the judgmental eyes and attitudes.  I had never really fit in there in the past, being a pretty independent thinker and one who questions the establishment at times.  But I also found that going it alone was not working either.  It was then that I began to seek a new place to worship.  Even during that time I found myself living in sin with someone.  We had tried a church that I enjoyed but it wasn’t mutually appreciated.  I took it in a few times while he was working, and during those last months knew I needed to get over that final hurdle toward the life that is honoring to God.

Back in the Diva Den I’m still working on areas, like my potty mouth, but God is faithful to deal with the layers one at a time.  My church home is a great place as I simply changed campuses and now get to be at the service with my daughter and future son-in-law rather than hearing the same message at another location.  My prayer is that my son and his family might make it their home too.

As I am writing the story of all of this in great detail in the book, it is making me realize how far from God I had been, and how blessed I am to have lost all that I thought was important to be made right again and be able to stand before Him knowing that I am free from the darkness and walking, ever so imperfectly in the light of my Savior.  And even the ex has left it all behind and gone back to church and his faith, minus the death and casket part, along with his wife.

Beauty from the ashes.

 

#6 ~ My Grown Up Christmas List

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#6 ~ My Education Pursuit 

My wish is that this material will come easily to me, and that I can get through the next 2 weeks without issues.  I need this certification and I think I am a good fit for the job and type of work it will allow me to pursue.

I wish for nothing to get in the way of my going and getting my needed education.

 

Praising God In The Hallway

Romans 5

New King James Version (NKJV)

Faith Triumphs in Trouble

5 Therefore, having been justified by faith, we have[a] peace with God through our Lord Jesus Christ, through whom also we have access by faith into this grace in which we stand, and rejoice in hope of the glory of God. And not only that, but we also glory in tribulations, knowing that tribulation produces perseverance; and perseverance, character; and character, hope. Now hope does not disappoint, because the love of God has been poured out in our hearts by the Holy Spirit who was given to us.

One of the college students at my church started a Facebook group to bring a bunch of us together across the miles to read through the book of Romans together.  We post our thoughts and discuss it as we go along, following a week by week schedule.  It has already been a blessing to me as I needed the push to find a place to again begin the practice of daily reading my bible.

We’re in chapter 5 this week and as I was reading it yesterday I stopped dead at verses 1-5, especially verse 3, which I highlighted in pink above.

See, my week started off Sunday morning with trials and tribulations.   My car has been in the shop being fixed more than it has been driven this year.  I finally got it back Friday and was so excited to finally be able to get around independently again.  Sunday I get up, get ready for church, it is pouring down rain…and the car is messing up again.  I wanted to cry, instead I yelled.  No one heard me, but that wasn’t real productive.  It was not rejoicing either.  I was determined to go even if I had to walk to services.   The car eventually cooperated and I made it on time for Sunday School, but it was not the way to start the morning.

In hind sight I wonder, could I have handled it better? Certainly!  A stopping, regrouping, and praying would have been a better way to handle it.  Yelling didn’t do anything, I simply raised my blood pressure and stress level.  Instead I could have prayed for the Lord to help me.   I need to be more aware that when a bump in the road hits, I need to stop, breathe and pray.

I did get a lesson in faith though, during worship services.  I put the last bit of cash I had to my name in the offering plate, praying and trusting the Lord for what I needed this week in order to keep my Avon business running.  I did not get a huge influx of cash, but instead, after praying, received just enough to meet my needs.  🙂

My prayer of late has been, “help my unbelief”, and to continue to seek joy.  Only now I understand a bit better that even in the rough spots, I need to find the joy and rejoice, praising Him in the hallways of my life.

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# 3 ~ My Grown Up Christmas List

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#3 ~ My Daughter

This wish is all about my baby girl.

I wish for her faith in God to grow from the seeds planted in her heart as she grew up in a loving church family, and that she would learn from the mistakes she saw her parents make, keeping instead her focus on the Lord.  I pray she develops a strong love for God’s Word, and finds time for it each day.

I wish for her to find a man who is strong in character, morals and loyalty.  One who will love her faithfully, be a good father to her children, and be a man of God.  A strong believer with a solid faith who will love her as scripture says he should, putting her ahead of himself.

I wish for her all the little boys she so very much wants for children, and that they too would have a faith that is strong and unwavering, and grow up to be her pride and joy, as she and her brother are mine.

I wish for her to have a home full of love and laughter, and enough critters to keep her animal loving side happy and content.

And like her big brother, I wish for her, “just enough”.

Seen as part of a post on another day, entitled “Just Enough”. Author unknown.

“I wish you enough sun to keep your attitude bright.

I wish you enough rain to appreciate the sun more.

I wish you enough happiness to keep your spirit alive.

I wish you enough pain so that the smallest joys in life appear much bigger.

I wish you enough gain to satisfy your wanting.

I wish you enough loss to appreciate all that you possess.

I wish you enough hellos to get you through the final good-bye.

– Author Unknown

Day 30 ~ 30 Days Of Thankfulness 2012

iStock_000009206862XSmallI am thankful today for the opportunity to count my blessings.

Nothing will put life back into perspective like being thankful for what one has, rather than what is perceived to be missing.

One of my favorite passages of scripture talks of just that, and I’ll share it here.

Praise for the Lord’s Mercies

A Psalm of David.

103 Bless the Lord, O my soul;
And all that is within me, bless His holy name!
Bless the Lord, O my soul,
And forget not all His benefits:
Who forgives all your iniquities,
Who heals all your diseases,
Who redeems your life from destruction,
Who crowns you with lovingkindness and tender mercies,
Who satisfies your mouth with good things,
So that your youth is renewed like the eagle’s.

The Lord executes righteousness
And justice for all who are oppressed.
He made known His ways to Moses,
His acts to the children of Israel.
The Lord is merciful and gracious,
Slow to anger, and abounding in mercy.
He will not always strive with us,
Nor will He keep His anger forever.
10 He has not dealt with us according to our sins,
Nor punished us according to our iniquities.

11 For as the heavens are high above the earth,
So great is His mercy toward those who fear Him;
12 As far as the east is from the west,
So far has He removed our transgressions from us.
13 As a father pities his children,
So the Lord pities those who fear Him.
14 For He knows our frame;
He remembers that we are dust.

15 As for man, his days are like grass;
As a flower of the field, so he flourishes.
16 For the wind passes over it, and it is gone,
And its place remembers it no more.[a]
17 But the mercy of the Lord is from everlasting to everlasting
On those who fear Him,
And His righteousness to children’s children,
18 To such as keep His covenant,
And to those who remember His commandments to do them.

19 The Lord has established His throne in heaven,
And His kingdom rules over all.

20 Bless the Lord, you His angels,
Who excel in strength, who do His word,
Heeding the voice of His word.
21 Bless the Lord, all you His hosts,
You ministers of His, who do His pleasure.
22 Bless the Lord, all His works,
In all places of His dominion.

Bless the Lord, O my soul!