Psalm 103

I can't wait to meet David. The shepherd king who poured out his heart using ink on papyrus in such wide sweeping strokes. He expressed emotions high and low and everything in between. The man knew the truth and he counted on it with his very life. He preached himself out of pits of depression and leveled his lofty pride when successes racked up and life was "all good". He rehearsed the character of Yahweh until it was as rhythmic as the breath in his lungs. He knew where to cast his fear, anger, shame, sadness - the same way he had thrown rocks at a giant. David knew no matter the height, depth or expansive width of his human emotions and life experiences - God was even more all-encompassin