Maybe these storms, these trials, these sorrows, are to keep me from life apart from God.
“Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life” comes nearly at the end, after a whole lot of stillness.
“…my soul was forced to be still. And as I got still, the Lord’s pursuit of me became increasingly clear.”
It cost something. There had to be surrender. Life didn’t make sense and hurt and was hard, and they were feeling all the things in paragraph 3 and then some.
Our worship here and now is beautiful. And I’m positive God absolutely loves and enjoys every second of it. But–just think–it will be even better in heaven!
It makes so much more sense now! I understand more why Jesus compared us to salt and what that means!