Yet.

Tiny word. Huge significance.

I’m currently studying the Pslams with a dear friend. First of all this study is hard. Hebrew poetry – enough said. Secondly, the Old Testament Israelites make me mad. Why do they keep making the same mistakes over and over and over?

It’s easy for me to read about the Israelites and be all kinds of judgy-judgy towards them. I quickly say I would never do that or that or that all while coddling and repeating my own little sins.

We are all sinners. The Israelites. Me. You. Every single one of us. We all have something we keep circling back to.

Yet.

Yet God forgives.

Yet God loves.

Yet God still roots for us.

Yet.

I’m so glad that word exists.

“Yet he was merciful; he forgave their iniquities and did not destroy them. Time after time he restrained his anger and did not stir up his full wrath. He remembered that they were but flesh, a passing breeze that does not return.” Psalms 78:38-39