Today, I woke up with the burden. It hangs heavy. Jeremiah 20:18 was particularly powerful this morning.
Why did I ever come forth from my mother’s womb?
All I experience is trouble and grief,
and I spend my days in shame.
Yet we remember quite clearly Psalm 47 from yesterday. Specifically verses 6-7.
Sing praises to God, sing praises!
Sing praises to our King, sing praises!
For God is the King of all the earth;
sing praises with a psalm!