Psalm 119o

If I never hurt – If I never cried for injustices – I might never know the brokenhearted need to cast aside the old government of my careless heart.

Psalm 119n

The sky soothes with a serene posture. Is anything happening up there? Meanwhile, below the cloud belt, God acts. He manages, a few minutes more, from Person to person, remotely.

Psalm 119m

The “wicked” are always somebody else. Couldn’t be you or I. We’re so civil. What if our assumption is a false hope? What if hate is crouching at ourĀ hearts’ door?