Reader, Three weeks of mornings given to the Word. You may not feel the cumulative weight of that yet — but something is shifting in you, whether you can name it or not. The Psalms that felt like ancient poetry at the beginning of June are starting to feel like language. Language for things you've been carrying that you didn't have words for before. That is not accidental. That is the Word doing what only the Word can do when you give it consistent, unhurried access to your heart. Last week,...

Reader, There's something about the second week of anything that tells you the truth about whether you actually want it. The excitement of day one has settled. The newness has worn off just enough that showing up now costs something it didn't cost before. If you're here — reading this, journal open or on its way — that means something. Don't underestimate it. Last week, we sat with David on the floor of Psalm 51. We watched him reach for God not after he had gotten himself together, but...

Reader, June mornings have a particular quality to them — the light comes in slower, the day hasn't crowded in yet, and there's still a little room to breathe before the world catches up with you. I hope you're reading this in one of those moments. Today you’ll open Psalm 51 and begin. Before we go any further into this week, I want to give you something that will change how you read every Psalm in it. Psalm 51 was not written in a moment of spiritual inspiration. It was written in the...