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Journaling has always been the best way for me to release all my thoughts, worries, fear and the only way I have ever been truly still to know that He is God. I got away from it for a while because of chores and well, the baby (lol). Let's be honest, moms, how many of us jump to get something, anything done the moment our little ones shut their eyes! I realized that by sacrificing my quiet moments my days and attitude were simply getting worse. I was reminded at my small group about how important those moments with God are. Then God reminded me about His faithfulness in that even when I gave up a whole naptime to spend quality time with Him, that day I was somehow able to finish all of the chores plus had time left over at the end of the day to just... relax. What?! How easily we can be distracted and think that it is worth our while to give up the most important part of the day...

This particular psalm touched my heart so I thought I would share it in hopes that it would touch yours...
Psalm 33
Sing for joy in the LORD, O you righteous ones;
Praise is becoming to the upright.
2 Give thanks to the LORD with the lyre;
Sing praises to Him with a harp of ten strings.
3 Sing to Him a new song;
Play skillfully with a shout of joy.
4 For the word of the LORD is upright,
And all His work is done in faithfulness.
5 He loves righteousness and justice;
The earth is full of the lovingkindness of the LORD.
6 By the word of the LORD the heavens were made,
And by the breath of His mouth all their host.
7 He gathers the waters of the sea together as a heap;
He lays up the deeps in storehouses.
8 Let all the earth fear the LORD;
Let all the inhabitants of the world stand in awe of Him.
9 For He spoke, and it was done;
He commanded, and it stood fast.
10 The LORD nullifies the counsel of the nations;
He frustrates the plans of the peoples.
11 The counsel of the LORD stands forever,
The plans of His heart from generation to generation.
12 Blessed is the nation whose God is the LORD,
The people whom He has chosen for His own inheritance.
13 The LORD looks from heaven;
He sees all the sons of men;
14 From His dwelling place He looks out
On all the inhabitants of the earth,
15 He who fashions the hearts of them all,
He who understands all their works.
16 The king is not saved by a mighty army;
A warrior is not delivered by great strength.
17 A horse is a false hope for victory;
Nor does it deliver anyone by its great strength.
18 Behold, the eye of the LORD is on those who fear Him,
On those who hope for His lovingkindness,
19 To deliver their soul from death
And to keep them alive in famine.
20 Our soul waits for the LORD;
He is our help and our shield.
21 For our heart rejoices in Him,
Because we trust in His holy name.
22 Let Your lovingkindness, O LORD, be upon us,
According as we have hoped in You.

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