Put on "a garment of praise instead of a faint spirit" (Isaiah 61:3). "Sing, O barren one, who did not bear; break forth into singing and cry aloud" (Isaiah 54:1). "Finally, my brothers, rejoice n the Lord. To write the same things to you is no trouble to me and is safe for you" (Philippians 3:1).
I don't know how God can stand it sometimes. He stocks his Word with escape hatches from depression and temptation, and we skim them and say, "What lovely poetry." Poetry schmoetry—these are our deliverance.
Andree Seu
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