The prayer, “Oh Lord have mercy on us,” is not a lament, but an expectation.
We may have been at the highest point of our trip, believers coming together around the Word on a windswept mountain far from home
"I will lift up my eyes to the hills" is not mere sentiment about how beautiful the mountains are or how big our God must be to have made them.
We will never go where we should until we tire of where we are.
Righteousness and peace come together. They have kissed each other. Is this a polite kiss? Or a passionate one?