I say to God my Rock, “Why have you forgotten me? Why must I go about mourning, oppressed by the enemy?”  My bones suffer mortal agony as my foes taunt me, saying to me all day long, “Where is your God?”

Why are you so downcast, O my soul? Why so disturbed within me? Put your hope in God, for I will yet praise Him, my Savior and my God (Psalm 42:4).

After you have panicked

After you have vented

After the righteous indignation and the self-indulgent pity party

After you have wept, and screamed, and smashed little porcelain figurines

quiet comes, and the question:

Will you still praise him?

(*hint: the answer should be Yes)

Happy Thursday, Beloved