The Accidental Pastor's Wife

What causes days like this, when the sun is shining, the warm breeze blows, green things begin to grow...when nothing I start seems interesting to me, when a task before me seems impossible, when my insecurities make me want to crawl in a hole and hang out a while...when all the old struggles against sin in my thought life escalate...I could wax theological eloquent on my blog, but I'd be putting on a show. I know this is the age old search for contentment, the Buddha looked for it, Confucius looked for it...I know Jesus is the answer, in my head, but to translate that to my affections and mood...

*sigh* Sometimes I just long for Jesus to come back NOW and set all things aright. I get tired of fighting.

Sara Groves has a song on her The Other Side of Something album called The Boxer. In a lot of ways, this song is more about the music (I wish I could figure out how to have it play on my blog--remember, I'm slow) but here are the lyrics:

The Boxer by Sara Groves

When you said this was a fight, you weren’t kidding
When you said this was a fight, you weren’t kidding, kidding
Cause my ribs are bruised and it’s just round two

When you said this was a fight, you weren’t kidding
When you said this was a fight, you weren’t kidding
Cause there’s a cut on my eye and it’s just round five

And I used to be quick I used to see it coming
I used to know how to move my feet
Now I can’t duck and I can’t land nothing
And I forgot how to bob and weave
Bob and weave

When you said this was a fight, you weren’t kidding
When you said this was a fight, you weren’t kidding, kidding, kidding
Cause this room’s in a spin and it’s just round ten

If you care at all take that towel from your neck
Cause I’ve reached down deep and there is nothing left
I’ve got nothing
I’ve got nothing
I’ve got nothing

Greater is he who is in me
Greater is he who is in me
Greater, greater
Greater, greater

Okay, okay

Bob and weave
Bob and weave
Bob and weave

And I can’t just know it I’ve got to feel it
And I can’t just feel it, I’ve got to believe it
And I can’t just believe it, I’ve go to live it