Morning Thought: Pastors also have terrible, horrible, no good, very bad days––even in Australia. I’ve had many of them. Usually, it’s between God and me; I lean on him, and he lifts me up. Yesterday, however, I profusely wept at communion in front of the congregation. I lost all strength, and my only cry was, “Lord, help me!” The grief of all the things we’ve had to walk through over the last several years overwhelmed me. I pray like this in secret at times, but now it was in front of everyone: no filter, bare before God, and quite frankly embarrassing. Thankfully, the congregation came around Anna and me and prayed, showing love and mercy. Later on, I was reminded of this verse: “Blessed are those whose strength is in you, whose hearts are set on pilgrimage. As they pass through the Valley of Baka [sounds like ‘weeping’ in Hebrew], they make it a place of springs; the autumn rains also cover it with pools” (Psalm 84:5-6, NIV).