Life is supposed to be epic. Even just glancing over the Psalms this morning, I see that David lived in a gamut of color and terror, praise and desperation. Three thousand years later, my life questions sometimes echo his.
God. Where are you?
Why is my flesh so confoundedly weak?
Why is this world so heartbreakingly lovely?
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