Catching Idle Butterflies

High Maintenance Blogger

After I wrote yesterday’s entry, and still feeling a little down (the words I wrote at the end not quite absorbed throughout my mind, nor had I read any of your inspiring comments. Thank you muchly ), a line from a song kept playing through my head. I don’t know who sings it or the name of the song, but the line comes from Psalm 139:14 (in bold below). I’ve added verses 1-18, because all the verses spoke to me, not just the one:

O LORD, You have searched me and known me.
You know when I sit down and when I rise up;
         You understand my thought from afar.
You scrutinize my path and my lying down,
         And are intimately acquainted with all my ways.
Even before there is a word on my tongue,
         Behold, O LORD, You know it all.
You have enclosed me behind and before,
         And laid Your hand upon me.
Such knowledge is too wonderful for me;
         It is too high, I cannot attain to it.
Where can I go from Your Spirit?
         Or where can I flee from Your presence?
If I ascend to heaven, You are there;
         If I make my bed in Sheol, behold, You are there.
If I take the wings of the dawn,
         If I dwell in the remotest part of the sea,
Even there Your hand will lead me,
         And Your right hand will lay hold of me.
If I say, "Surely the darkness will overwhelm me,
         And the light around me will be night,"
Even the darkness is not dark to You,
         And the night is as bright as the day
         Darkness and light are alike to You.
For You formed my inward parts;
         You wove me in my mother's womb.
I will give thanks to You, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made;
         Wonderful are Your works,
         And my soul knows it very well.
My frame was not hidden from You,
         When I was made in secret,
         And skillfully wrought in the depths of the earth;
Your eyes have seen my unformed substance;
         And in Your book were all written
         The days that were ordained for me,
         When as yet there was not one of them.
How precious also are Your thoughts to me, O God!
         How vast is the sum of them!
If I should count them, they would outnumber the sand
         When I awake, I am still with You.

Another thought bounced around with it.

I imagined one of those women who expect from a boyfriend, husband, or other loved one constant validation and encouragement. They always need to be told they’re beautiful, nice, generous, whatever, and if they don’t get it, they either become even more naggish or depressed.

I laughed. I had become a high maintenance blogger!

Well, no need to worry, folks. I don’t intend for that to continue. While I adore you and your comments, if the Spirit doesn’t move you to say something, don’t. My door is always open for entrance and a quick exit. Just be sure not to knock over the next person coming in as you scamper out .