I say to God, my rock: "Why have you forgotten me? Why do I go mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?" As with a deadly wound in my bones, my adversaries taunt me, while they say to me all the day long, "Where is your God?" Why are you cast down, O my soul, and why are you in turmoil within me? Hope in God; for I shall again praise him, my salvation and my God.
Thank You for the challenges and problems that come my way for they are events to encourage me to turn to You for strength and guidance. The sandpaper of life, bringing smoothness to my being, bringing out the beauty of that image of You within me.