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So. I'm about four paragraphs into a blog. One that was meant for today. And it has been a very long and stressful day. And I'm trying to force this blog to completion, and in the process I'm butchering it. I must accept that my strength has faded, and I am unable to complete the task at hand. In interest of not posting an awful blog, I will simply accept defeat on it for tonight, and finish it for tomorrow. But just in case you took the time to read this, I refuse to let you leave here without somehow pouring the Word of God into your life. This morning I read this passage. But this time I read it all aloud. And it's a very refreshing experience. Maybe it was best my blog didn't work out. So I could challenge you all to just enjoy God's word in a refreshing way. I want you to read this passage. Out loud. See how it goes. I'm confident you will be uplifted. By the way, I am consistently in prayer for all of you who read this. . .

Psalm 42

1 As the deer pants for the water brooks,

So pants my soul for You, O God.

2 My soul thirsts for God, for the living God.

When shall I come and appear before God?

3 My tears have been my food day and night,

While they continually say to me,

“Where is your God?”

4 When I remember these things,

I pour out my soul within me.

For I used to go with the multitude;

I went with them to the house of God,

With the voice of joy and praise,

With a multitude that kept a pilgrim feast.

5 Why are you cast down, O my soul?

And why are you disquieted within me?

Hope 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 I will remember You from the land of the Jordan,

And from the heights of Hermon,

From the Hill Mizar.

7 Deep calls unto deep at the noise of Your waterfalls;

All Your waves and billows have gone over me.

8 The Lord will command His lovingkindness in the daytime,

And in the night His song shall be with me—

A prayer to the God of my life.

9 I will say to God my Rock,

“Why have You forgotten me?

Why do I go mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?”

10 As with a breaking of my bones,

My enemies reproach me,

While they say to me all day long,

“Where is your God?”

11 Why are you cast down, O my soul?

And why are you disquieted within me?

Hope in God;

For I shall yet praise Him,

The help of my countenance and my God.