Through the Mire

TGIF! I'm so happy this week is over... It really seemed like a challenge.. like ploughing through mud. Like that line from that Wilfred Owen poem - "... we cursed through sludge." I wasn't exactly cursing, but it was still tough to get through and I was constantly plagued by negative thoughts and a sour attitude. And an aching, gnawing homesickness that I could actually feel in my chest. But. I know who lifted me from the pit, from my terribly narrow outlook and discouraging internal monologues. Thank You Lord, for hearing my cry, for being the lifter of my head, and for planting my feet on solid ground once more. Be encouraged, guys.

Psalm 40
For the director of music. Of David. A psalm.

1 I waited patiently for the LORD;
he turned to me and heard my cry.

2 He lifted me out of the slimy pit,
out of the mud and mire;
he set my feet on a rock
and gave me a firm place to stand.

3 He put a new song in my mouth,
a hymn of praise to our God.
Many will see and fear
and put their trust in the LORD.