You turned my wailing into dancing; you removed my sackcloth and clothed me with joy, (Psalm 30:11) Though I prefer the NASB’s use of “mourning” to the NIV’s, “wailing,” the latter fits better with my recent post about grocery store aisles. This verse brings to mind a transition that has taken place in the last ten years. The first five of those years still involved lots of stress caring for my father, but there were tiny steps. In the past five, I’ve moved more assuredly into gladness (NASB), joy (NIV), and, well, maybe not quite dancing. But this isn’t the way we think it should be. We want the transition to go at the speed of Leo Sayer’s Long Tall Glasses : less than three minutes between “of course I can’t dance” and “Hand me down my tuxedo, next week I’m coming back for more.” But as...
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