It had been a rough couple of weeks. No single major catastrophe, just a lot of little things nipping at my heels. And I was discouraged. Feeling sorry for myself, really. So when I entered worship in the gym that Sunday morning, I hoped God would see it from my perspective and join my pity party.
He didn’t.
That’s not how God works. In fact, He does things altogether differently.
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Enter his gates with thanksgiving and his courts with praise (v4).