It’s hard to read psalms like this when we can see people who indeed do live in garbage dumps and when we ache for our childless friends. It’s hard to understand the why about a lot of things. Maybe we’re not supposed to understand the why. I’m not sure. Maybe there is a deeper understanding that we don’t get to experience yet. I hope so.
Sum it up:
We praise the Lord for His greatness,
For it is everywhere,
Even when we can’t see it.
Writing prompt: confusion
Write about something that confuses you.