Why do we make room for our joy to be hijacked by the cruelty of this world?
Psalm 103, verses 1 through 6 proclaim that we bless the Lord’s name. It admonishes us to remember all his benefits: the forgiveness of our iniquities, the healing of our diseases, the redemption of our life from destruction, the crowning of our heads with loving-kindness and tender mercies. The Lord is enough to satisfy my mouth with good things and my youth has been renewed like the eagle’s.
And finally the caveat that spoke to me, considering all I’ve pondered this month, is found in verse 6 of Psalm 103:
“The Lord executeth righteousness and judgment for all that are oppressed.”
Only God can provide the infusion of strength I’ve experienced this month as I’ve launched into what I call a reset: a renewal of my mind, a deliberate transformation, a willing surrender.
My days are as grass. I could flourish like a flower in the field but when the wind passes over, I will be gone. And that place will know me no more.
Why do we make excuses for sorrow and discouragement when the Lord is all we need?