I'm going to try and go do a few things--see if I can work a little bit . . . drive into town, run a couple errands and prime a back door I have all scraped, sanded and ready to go. . . . Still have a quite a bit of pain, so not sure how long I can hold out with the walking and standing and working part. . . .
Meanwhile, I recall to mind . . . that unique combination of spiritualized melancholy . . . with ready joy and a deep, lurking excitement . . . which demarcates the believer from the unbeliever. Or should.
There is a sorrow we share with the Lord-- a genuine grieving at the fallen state of creation, the pain and suffering caused by sin and the affront to God resultant. But at the same time, there is that peace "that passeth understanding" . . . and even a certain ongoing cheerfulness that necessarily follows when has Christ within and is maintained in the faith that justice will see its day AND especially God's mercy upon His people--looking to the glory of the promised hereafter. "Christians" who go about depressed, frowning, cold and glowering show that they do NOT have the Spirit, but instead are relying on their own works and/or the works of the world, where there is no hope. Real hope, found in true belief, wrought in faith . . . brings peace, joy, confidence, fearlessness. . . . .