Sometimes I feel like I'm drowning in God's mercy. Not resting in it or delighting in it, but drowning. Sometimes I'm disgusted with my own sin, and overwhelmed by my inability to serve God effectively, and all the unanswered questions in my heart come bursting out all at once. And I feel nearly undertaken by the current and I can't reach the bottom. I wish I had something more to say, but I really don't so I won't ramble on in my usual way about nothing much at all. Instead I'll go and rest, for weeping remains for a night but rejoicing comes in the morning.
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