I have crappy days, too.
Would it surprise you? Much of my ranting about the Germanic mythology and the sour mood in things like Beowulf arises from having inherited a major dose of that sourness. That is, I live with chronic depression.
Yesterday was a day when it arose to flog me again. There is no theological answer to this. We are accountable for sin, but there are a great many things we bring to God for which He does not point the finger of accusation. Depression is a wound on my soul that will not heal in this life.
There is no magic bullet. I remain functional because the Father has use for me. I’ve learned to live with it as that “thorn in the flesh” that keeps my humble.
If you are curious, it was set off by having so much trouble exchanging something of value for the cash needed to help buy another vehicle. Our old Jeep was picked up by the salvage yard a couple of days ago and I’ve been riding my bike in frigid weather to get things done. It wasn’t the riding part, but the troubles I had chasing a buyer. The resolution to that was not at all a good deal. Still, I have confidence that God is still in control of the final results. We pray what we find today reflects His divine care for us.
This would be as much as I might do toward ritual worship on a blog. Kent Henry is a master worship leader and this is a medley of two songs. The first bears a little of the Hebraic sound while the second is more conventional Western style. Both call us up out of ourselves into the Presence.
Ecclesiastes 4:9-12
Two are better than one, because they have a good reward for their labor. For if they fall, one will lift up his companion. But woe to him who is alone when he falls, for he has no one to help him up. Again, if two lie down together, they will keep warm; but how can one be warm alone? Though one may be overpowered by another, two can withstand him. And a threefold cord is not quickly broken.
You are not alone in this. We are all here for each other and am sure most of us can relate!