Tuesday.

Out of the depths I cry to you, O LORD;
O Lord, hear my voice.
Let your ears be attentive
to my cry for mercy.
If you, O LORD, kept a record of sins,
O Lord, who could stand?
But with you there is forgiveness;
therefore you are feared.
I wait for the LORD, my soul waits,
and in his word I put my hope.
My soul waits for the Lord
more than watchmen wait for the morning,
more than watchmen wait for the morning.
O Israel, put your hope in the LORD,
for with the LORD is unfailing love
and with him is full redemption.
He himself will redeem Israel
from all their sins.
Psalm 130.

What else matters? Such poetry. "I wait for the Lord...my soul waits, and in His word i put my hope. My soul waits for the Lord more than watchmen wait for the morning..." My soul waits. The expression, just...strikes a chord. So well written. :P I don't just wait, my soul waits, but not just passive, because in His word you put your hope - a waiting with a purpose. I think the word wait, was made for this purpose.

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In other news, i witnessed projectile coffee today as the coffee machine at millies exploded on me...twice. :P luckily, the machine is still alive and so am i, if not slightly charred. I still smell like coffee...even after a shower.