Ps 42:1 ¶ «To the chief Musician, Maschil, for the sons of Korah.» As the hart panteth after the water brooks, so panteth my soul after thee, O God.
2 My soul thirsteth for God, for the living God: when shall I come and appear before God?
3 My tears have been my meat day and night, while they continually say unto me, Where is thy God?
4 When I remember these things, I pour out my soul in me: for I had gone with the multitude, I went with them to the house of God, with the voice of joy and praise, with a multitude that kept holyday.
5 Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why art thou disquieted in me? hope thou in God: for I shall yet praise him for the help of his countenance.
6 ¶ O my God, my soul is cast down within me: therefore will I remember thee from the land of Jordan, and of the Hermonites, from the hill Mizar.
7 Deep calleth unto deep at the noise of thy waterspouts: all thy waves and thy billows are gone over me.
8 Yet the LORD will command his lovingkindness in the daytime, and in the night his song shall be with me, and my prayer unto the God of my life.
9 I will say unto God my rock, Why hast thou forgotten me? why go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?
10 As with a sword in my bones, mine enemies reproach me; while they say daily unto me, Where is thy God?
11 Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why art thou disquieted within me? hope thou in God: for I shall yet praise him, who is the health of my countenance, and my God.
Ps 30:5 For his anger endureth but a moment; in his favour is life: weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning.
This is my life. Broken often, finding myself weeping before God, then having Him touch me, speak to me, break through within and for me, and then being struck with passionate, hysterical, joy unspeakable glory!
Weird kind of existence, but one that is very much awake, alive, vibrant, and full of great things!
Face the injustices of life, head on. Feel them, let them wreck your heart in anguished prayer. Jesus will show up, and work miracles, and each time He does, you fall more in love with Him, more grateful, more humble, more wise, and walking in every increasing strength, grace, power, and wisdom….
‘Father, break my heart with what is breaking Yours today. Open my eyes wide to the pain of this life, and cause me to take it to you, in intercession, violent, anguished, consecrated prayer, that causes your power to be released in the earth, in my life, in this, my generation. As you do, grant me the gift of heavenly joy unspeakable and full of glory, in your name I pray Lord Jesus, Amen!’