If God were to collect all my tears in a bottle, how much would it hold? I have cried so much this year because life has been so hard.
To make a living, I went to a day labor agency and submitted a resume with all my education and career details erased.
On my way to the warehouse work site, I saw the Seoul National University shuttle bus stopped right behind the bus I was taking. I hurriedly lowered my head, terrified I might run into someone I knew. I even had to walk past a Coke I desperately wanted to drink, just to save a few coins.
The psalmist hung his harp to guard his faith, but I realized I had stopped praising God, using my difficult situation as an excuse.
Now, I pray that praising God—rather than solving my problems—becomes the greatest joy of my life.