Hard things.
Posted by Scatterfingers , Thursday, June 02, 2005 6/02/2005 04:10:00 PM
God knows I've got enough sins to be forgiven. Maybe I spend too much time talking about them - the places I've come from the places I've been are marvelous if you take the time to count them. Things to deal with, but praise to be given. You can lift your eyes to heaven for a moment and thank the Weaver for them if you'd like; you've got the same thing going on I think. Pain. Movement. Pruning. Flowering. Valleys. Mountains. Achish in madness. Jerusalem in triumph.
Psalm 30, then:
To you, O LORD, I called;
to the Lord I cried for mercy:
"What gain is there in my destruction,
in my going down into the pit?
Will the dust praise you?
Will it proclaim your faithfulness?
Hear, O LORD, and be merciful to me;
O LORD, be my help."
You turned my wailing into dancing;
you removed my sackcloth and clothed me with joy,
that my heart may sing to you and not be silent.
O LORD my God, I will give you thanks forever.
Great encouragement. Thanks for that.