Psalm 40 taught me it was okay for me to come and worship God just as I was. I didn’t need to psych myself up to have a better attitude or wait for a day when I was all Pollyannaish about that morning’s set list. All of those times when I had been paralyzed by grief and felt as if I couldn’t muster up enough strength to sing certain songs, David was telling me I didn’t have to. God would help me sing a new song.
