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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 instead of waiting until he did. The seed we planted: returning to God is not what you do after. It is what you do instead. This week, that thread continues — but the terrain shifts. We're in Psalms 57–62, and before you open your journal, I want to give you the context behind Psalm 57. David didn't write it at a desk or in a quiet room. He wrote it hiding in a cave — literally — while Saul and his men hunted him outside. Cold. Displaced. Surrounded by people who wanted him dead. And this is what he wrote from that cave: "Be exalted, O God, above the heavens; let your glory be over all the earth." — Psalm 57:5 Worship. From a cave. Before the rescue came. David didn't worship because the circumstances had changed. He worshipped because his history with God was longer than his current crisis. That accumulated faithfulness gave him language for praise before he had the outcome in his hands. This week you'll hear David call God his refuge, his rock, his fortress, his salvation — over and over across six Psalms. That repetition is not poetic decoration. It is a spiritual practice. He is preaching to himself. Reminding himself of who God is before his feelings convince him otherwise. That is the seed for this week. The names we give God in hard seasons are not just theology. They are the ground we stand on when everything else feels unstable. Watch this week's first teaching video before you open your journal. Read, watch, listen, write. Let the weekend be your time to linger — not to catch up, but to let what God is saying settle into something you carry forward. Don't Miss This Week's Training!Add it to your favorite calendar tool
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