Every week I talk to people who are struggling in life. I am so happy to be able to listen and walk through the hard times of life with people. Look at the progression of this psalm – things are bad, really bad – the author is drinking tears and eating ashes (a sign of mourning). Then the author remembers how Jerusalem was founded, all the times of war – now there is peace. The author in his mourning remembers that God hears and listens, even when He seems far away. The psalm then goes on to say that future generations should remember the works of God. How amazing is that? He wants his own suffering to be written down – so that his great grandchildren (and us) will know about it, how God saved him in the midst of this horrible suffering. How different would our suffering be if in the middle of our pain we wrote down how bad life was, and then how God was faithful? And then we told that story year after year to our kids and grandkids? How would that change how we saw the troubles that tomorrow promises to bring?