I've been surrounded by death lately.
Makes me want to spit, spit out things I shouldn't say. It makes me want to despise God and or what He is doing. Just this week a ten year old boy and his younger brother lost their dad. Yesterday, a family finds out that their fifteen year old will not be coming home, his body discovered in a field not far from our house.
My first instinct is to scream out "WHY"? I was pointed to Psalm 17 this week though, and realized that David says the same thing. But he doesn't stop there.
He rants, he wails, but he also grabs onto the reality of God's goodness.
Oh God, you are my God, and I will ever praise you. Even when its so dark. And its hard to focus when you're staring at the dark.