You have turned for me my mourning into
you have loosed my sackcloth
and clothed me with gladness,
that my glory may sing your praise
and not be silent,
O Lord my God,
I will give thanks to you
I want to see blessings for what they are.
What kind of love would drive a perfect God to die for a sinner? Something radical...
When I run away, you do a whole lot more than just wait for me to come back. You RUN after me.