Hear, O Lord, and have mercy upon me: LORD, be thou my helper.
I didn’t know what passage to read in the Bible this morning.
Since it is God’s Word, I figured out it didn’t really matter. Wherever I turned, God’s wisdom and perspective and instructions awaited me.
So I opted for Psalm 30. (That’s obvious, is it not?)
“I will extol thee, O LORD; for thou hast lifted me up, and hast not made my foes to rejoice over me” (Psalm 30:1).
Considering I’ve been feeling under the gun and under increasing pressure on several fronts, I knew I was in the right passage for this morning.
Now listen how the psalm concludes:
“Thou hast turned for me my mourning into dancing: thou hast put off my sackcloth, and girded me with gladness;” (Psalm 30:11).
“To the end that my glory may sing praise to thee, and not be silent. O LORD my God, I will give thanks unto thee for ever” (Psalm 30:12).
Can I endure the mourning and the sackcloth before enjoying the dancing and the sackcloth and the gladness?
Will my glory (my accomplishments and my strong points) sing God’s praise and not my own?
Shall I enter into eternal thankfulness with substantial experience in temporal thankfulness?