You are Amazing, God!

There’s a song by Chris Tomlin called “Indescribable” and here are the lyrics:

From the highest of heights to the depths of the sea

Creation’s revealing Your majesty

From the colors of fall to the fragrance of spring

Every creature unique in the song that it sings

All exclaiming

Indescribable, uncontainable,

You placed the stars in the sky and You know them by name.

You are amazing God

All powerful, untameable,

Awestruck we fall to our knees as we humbly proclaim

You are amazing God

Who has told every lightning bolt where it should go

Or seen heavenly storehouses laden with snow

Who imagined the sun and gives source to its light

Yet conceals it to bring us the coolness of night

None can fathom

Indescribable, uncontainable,

You placed the stars in the sky and You know them by name

You are amazing God

All powerful, untameable,

Awestruck we fall to our knees as we humbly proclaim

You are amazing God You are amazing God

This is how awesome I feel now. But earlier this evening, well that was another story. With Rob preaching in our church and Pittsburg this morning, he was a little stressed. Pastor’s wife had a baby on Friday night, so Rob was called on to “put together” a service for both churches. Rob’s workplace is SO brutal right now, which is why my sweetie is trying to work from home as much as he can, because they get no thanks or respect.

I can almost always tell when someone’s holding something back from me or lying to me. I have a gut instinct (no doubt God-given) that is right on much of the time. I have been… um… yanging at Rob for 3 days about talking to me. We’ve taken drives in the car (our typical time to have heart to heart talks) and he just clams up and WILL. NOT. TALK.

OK so he’s naturally a pretty quiet guy around other people, but not around ME and especially not when I ask repeatedly what is the matter and please tell me what’s bothering you.

Finally, tonight on the way to the grocery store, I figured it out. I’ve always told Rob that whatever HIS stress level is, mine is 10 times that because he just won’t tell me about his anger or disappointment because he doesn’t want to stress me out. And because I already know something’s stressing him and I don’t know what it is, then I become agitated and crabby.

So I prayed long and hard (to myself) and was told to keep silent for 10 minutes.

Um, yeah God? Hi it’s me Jayleigh. Do you realize what you just asked of me? TEN MINUTES?! I can’t keep quiet for love nor money. OK but for YOU I can do it. But do I have to? OK yeah I know, if I want to know what’s on my hubby’s mind…. sigh.

Rob asked if I wanted to go to Wal-Mart first or Meijer. I pointed in the opposite direction from either of them and he drove along, still not talking. He did a lot of sighing and finally headed out M-21 to the west, toward Ovid.

West-Town Owosso and out toward Saint John’s always seemed like the ends of the earth to me when I was a kid. I don’t usually go out that way, because, well, I have no reason to do so. The sun was on its way down, and it was such a nice afternoon. I had about 7 minutes to go of being silent when he started talking.

As Rob emptyed his heart of pent-up frustrations, I snuggled against his chest, feeling ten times better then when we left the house sniping each other for various reasons. We went along for a few more miles and saw the above sign for DaisyDell.

Neither of us had ever seen the building before. It was brick and well kept, and a banner on the building proclaimed homemade soup. “SOUP!!!!!!!!!” I yelled wildly. (The windows were down. I HAD to yell!) SOUP! I can have soup! It doesn’t hurt my tummy to eat soup! I am so hungry! I want some soup! Rob do you think we can turn around and see what that little place is all about, Honey?

Rob: Uh……. did you want me to go back there?
Me: SOUP! Did you see the sign? I am so hungry! Yes please, turn around!
Rob: Uh….. okay. (1/4 mile later he slows down and finally turns around)

I was really glad that I had my camera in my purse. I’ve resolved to carry it with me for moments just such as these pictured. Obviously, the first pic is the sign by the road. I didn’t want to forget the name, so I thought I’d post it so the next time we go through Ovid, we’ll know where to stop!The second pic is my darling Rob. He was eating kettle chips and a turkey croissant and some kind of pickled-bean salad ala church potlucks and Aunt Marie’s house. Pretty tasty.

I had a fruit cup and a cup of veggie-beef soup with fresh homemade bread on the side. Oh holy cow!

Speaking of cows… this pic was the designation of the women’s bathroom. The men’s had a bull in bib-overalls that said “BULLS” underneath. I HAD TO take a pic of this, because I don’t think there will ever be another time in my life that I don’t FREAK OUT if someone calls me a cow.

Oh… the place was too cute, it was like a Cracker Barrel, only like 1000 times better than a CB because the atmosphere was great, and the seats were comfy and the prices were pretty good and the food was tasty and it was not packed to the gills with people. It was clean, comfortable, well lit, well maintained, well staffed, and there were dozens of people in and out getting ice cream cones while we were there, but we were not disturbed because of the RAWKIN’ 80’s music playing in the background. YEAH BABY!

So then we got groceries and just a minute ago, we finished eating the slice of Coconut Cream Pie that we got “to go” from DaisyDell.

Amazing God.