There are certain seasons of life—weeks even—that have an immense heaviness to them.  Solomon wrote many thousands of years ago, “[there is] a time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance” (Eccl. 3:4).  This past week fit squarely into the season of weeping and mourning.  As I watched one of the most well-known and bold Christians of our time, Charlie Kirk, murdered, I also caught wind of another high school shooting in Colorado while also seeing a video of a woman brutally murdered on a train in Charlotte, NC.

For a solid six months - after Frozen 2 released - my two youngest daughters demanded the sound track to be played every night at bed time.  And since we often would lay in with them until they fell asleep, I quickly memorized every word to every song (not by choice).  Even to this day I can give you a rousing rendition of Into the Unknown…minus the octave levels of Idina Menzel. 

What we see in Scripture is that waiting is a keystone component in our relationship with God, which if we’re honest is probably one of the last things we want to hear.  And that’s because waiting is hard.  No one likes to wait.

This week we will be starting a new series in the book of Psalms.  Most people are familiar with this book in some form or fashion.  And there’s a reason for that: the Psalms are the language of the soul and they provide for us the full expression and experience of a real life relationship with the living God.