Seventy-Two Trombones

My computer Is Not Dead! Hooray! It woke up this morning perfectly normally, as if to say, "Ugh... coffee. I'm just pretending you didn't spill coffee in me." Or something, possibly, that makes sense. I'm not really sure.
If you have noticed a dearth of psalms in my blog lately (you may not have, but trust me, there is one,) that is because I have been neglecting my devo most atrociously. My priorities are so skewiff. Must do devotion next.
Lily left a comment yesterday. Check out her blog, it's very pretty.

wish i was here

Well, I posted my card today that I made yesterday.
I'm not happy with what I wrote in it though. I really suck at the insides of greeting cards (interesting image there...) I never know what to say. How do you cram all your excitement and goodwill and hugs into a little rectangle of paper 10cmx14cm? Can anyone do it?
Sometimes I feel like just affixing a postscript, 'dear such-and-such, please take to heart hours of careful work and put the stilted motto on the shelf, not the other way around.'

In similar news, I love this verse from Psalm 71. I know exactly what the Psalmist means.
"My mouth will tell of your righteousness,
of your salvation all day long,
though I know not its measure." Psalm 71:15 (NIV)

Yesterday, at uni, there was a door. Today there is a wall.
I knew they were remodelling the bookshop, but still, it's disconcerting when doors go disappearing on you.

AAARGH I hate Uni

Prac placements are up but for some reason I'm not on the list. So I get to make a polite call to the prac office in the morning and hope they just didn't put me in the spreadsheet, and have actually placed me in a school. Yuk.

I like this verse from my devo today:

"Praise be to the Lord, to God our Saviour,
who daily bears our burdens."
Psalm 68:19 TNIV

Huzzah!!!

Alleliua's Current Obsession is two whole weeks old. Let us celebrate with interpretive dance.

(Pause for interpretive dance.)

It's been a reasonable two weeks, on the whole. I knocked over an assignment, got a cool new book and sunnies, saw some family, did some sleeping (but not enough), and I made curry. I'm sure more happened than that. And it has been good, even if I've been eating out of vending machines too much (just because it's a time-honoured uni tradition doesn't mean it's good; actually, how many time-honoured uni traditions are good? Whining, complaining, getting drunk and leaving everything to the last minute are the uni traditions that spring to mind, and they are even worse than excessive ex-vending machine eats.) Hmm. And I really don't have a life, but I knew that already.

Plus, I read a bunch of Psalms, which is also good.

Tea for the Tillerman

I'm obsessed with Extras. It's one of the best things about Wednesday nights, and I heap scorn on those who watch House or Heroes instead. I never watched The Office, strangely enough, but I love Extras. Took me a couple of episodes to warm up to it, but then I started laughing my little socks off, and missing an episode of the new season is almost physically painful. (Okay, hyperbole.) Last night it had Ian McKellen. He was awesome. Never expected to be a huge fan of 'painful pause' comedy, but here I am. (BTW, Weird Al on Spicks and Specks just before was also very shiny.)
And, proving that some of my obsessions look ridiculous in juxtaposition, I read Psalm 63 today and (as Kat would say, as Steve would say, as Kat would say) it rocks my socks. Here are the first eight verses, TNIV of course.

You, God, are my God,
earnestly I seek you;
I thirst for you,
My whole being longs for you,
in a dry and parched land
where there is no water.
I have seen you in the sanctuary
and beheld your power and your glory.
Because your love is better than life,
my lips will glorify you.
I will praise you as long as I live,
and in your name I will lift up my hands.
I will be fully satisfied as with the richest of foods;
with singing lips my mouth will praise you.
On my bed I remember you;
I think of you through the watches of the night.
Because you are my help,
I sing in the shadow of your wings.
I cling to you;
your right hand upholds me.

Psalm 59:16-17

I will sing of your strength,
in the morning I will sing of your love,
for you are my fortress,
my refuge in times of trouble.
You are my strength, I sing praise to you;
you, God, are my fortress,
my God on whom I can rely.

Psalm 59:16-17 (TNIV)

Whooooo.... (Hyper)

I drank coffee and now I'm hyper. And also celebrating my first comment! Excitement! I think my word for Pan's Labyrinth at the moment is haunting; I can't remember if that was in the comment or not, so if it is, it's your idea, and if it's not, it's mine. I'm loving it more and more as I think about it over the days.

I found another verse about the Lord sustaining me:
" Cast your cares on the Lord and he will sustain you;
he will never let the righteous be shaken."
Psalm 55: 22 TNIV (for those who might guess, yes, I am reading through Psalms.)

And I was wrong, yesterday. (This is not about the fishie.) I need God for more than eight o'clock lectures: I need him to sustain me in my worship of him; not just singing words without even thinking about them, but in daily meditation on his Word, in giving time and money (if I ever manage to tithe faithfully, we'll all know that's God, because I suck at it) and sharing the Gospel. Not trying to preach; just sharing what I'm rejoicing in. Because I can't do it alone. Because I don't have to.

Praise the Lord.

(No science piccies yet.)