For months, Psalm 40:17 sat prominently on my kitchen windowsill where I could see it easily while washing dishes. Now the paper's folded and torn, and the ink's bled and faded, but the words remain. In a relentless season, they were my confession and prayer. Each word still rings so true in my heart: "As for me, I am poor and needy." Yes, this is who we are. We're poor and needy people, desperate in every way for the help that only Jesus gives. And even though Jesus says in Matthew 5:3, "Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven," sometimes it doesn't feel that way. Sometimes it's hard--really hard--to lift our gaze, look up to Jesus and forward to heaven, when our hearts are weighed down. To believe that being poor in spirit is a good thing simply because Jesus says it is. To trust in a promise we can't see. Yet whether we confess our general depravity or a particular incidence of the sin of self-sufficienc