What a day.

There are just some days, y'all. 

Days when I mourn the disintegration of a family. Days when I see the posture of the world upheld by the strength of each individual. Days when the addict choses death over life. Days when the weary lay cold and naked on our sidewalks as we walk on by. Days when the father is ripped from his family and bound by the shackles that prevent him from leading his family that they so desperately need. Days when the stomachs of the hungry rumble, and the homeless search for a safe haven as they struggle with sickness, held captive by the very environment that keeps them sick. Days that see the inner beauty of God's creation compromised in the mind of the woman who labeled herself a whore before she choosed to believe what God really says about her.

There are just some days, y'all.

And I fall to my knees and cry out for them. Because I want them to know the God I know. I want them to know that their life is not a giant write off because of the choices that they have made or the things that have happened to them that caused these things in their life.

And then I look up and am suddenly taken to the foot of the cross where all of the condemnation of the world is dripping from the feet of a Savior who has taken their pain and made it his own. Who says that they have a life of abundance because of the price that He paid. He asserts that no matter the journey, he is the ending.

So for them, as well as me, I will rejoice in the Lord.