I've got a good old-fashioned case of the mulley-grubs, as my mother would call it (them? I'm guessing at the grammar and the spelling of this useful term.). Call them the January blues if a countrified word doesn't work for you.
Skies are gray, students are whiny, spouses are cranky.
I'm (*sigh*) sort of down.
A verse comes to mind:
" Why are you downcast, O my soul? Why so disturbed within me?
See? Even psalmists get the mulley-grubs.
"Put your hope in God, for I will yet praise Him, my Savior and my God."
Yet I will praise Him.
For an awesome husband and great kids.
For a Saturday visit with an old friend from college.
For a precious mentor who plans to meet me weekly for prayer and study.
For relief from back pain.
For dozens and dozens of people and circumstances that enrich my days.
Most of all, for Himself, the Savior King.
So, even though I'm feeling blah and this post is a little blah too, I don't escape the privilege and responsibility of praise, because, truthfully, God isn't having the mulley-grubs.
He's still being and doing all that is perfect, righteous, and holy.
Just like every day.
"By day the Lord directs His love (whether I feel it or not)
at night His song is with me (even if I choose not listen for it)--
a prayer to the God of my life." Psalm 42:5,8
" Jesus Christ is the same yesterday and today and forever."Hebrews 13:8