I love the way The Message translates Psalm 30:11-12, but especially 11.
11-12 You did it: you changed my wild lament
into whirling dance;
You ripped off my black mourning band
and decked me with wildflowers.
I'm about to burst with song;
I can't keep quiet about you.
God, my God,
I can't thank you enough.
That's all.
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You can't help but smile when you read that. Thanks for the encouragement! :)
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