Let Our Praises To God Ring!

We all have those days, weeks, months and dare I say it, even years sometimes when we really feel like life is a battle. Often just as we think we've reached the peak we find ourselves slipping and sliding down to the bottom of the hill again. Sigh.

It seems like I've had a few days like that lately. I'd cry out, get pulled back to my feet, get dusted off and start off again only to... Oops! There I go again. I'm back down at the bottom of the mountain yet again. Sigh.
This is not fun. A :princess: does not do well when she is slipping and sliding everywhere for then she gets so busy trying to keep her balance that she takes her eyes off of the King and whoops! There I go again. Ouch!

I stared at that pink piece of paper taped to my monitor. Some of you know about that pink piece of paper. I have three of these actually but this is THE pink piece of paper. I wrote three sentences on this pink piece of paper in the middle of the night in May 2008 while going through chemo and experiencing the worst pain I had ever endured climbing up and down and around my legs and feet. Pain that was the result of nerves damaged from chemo misfiring. In other words, it really wasn't there so there is nothing they can do about it. One of the sentences I wrote was "The joy of the Lord is my strength!"

As I stared at that sentence, a question formed in my mind. Have you praised Him? What? Of course I had... I... think...
Yes. Yes, I had! Why I had just... no... that was last month. Well, I had... uh no. That was two weeks ago. I found myself hanging my head. No, the truth of the matter was I had been so busy trying to watch my feet that I'd forgotten to watch HIM. Oh, I might have been saying the right words but did that mean I was praising God? No, for praise is far more than just words. Praise doesn't come from the mouth, it comes from the heart.

So, as I lay there down at the bottom of the mountain, next to the mud puddle (I always seem to end up by a mud puddle), I set my eyes on the King. I stopped looking at my feet. I quit looking at how messy I was. I even quit looking at my friends who had come down to see if they could assist in anyway.

I looked at the King and with all of my heart said, "I love you!" The praises flowed forth. As He picked me up and dusted me off, He looked at me with eyes of love and smiled. Oh, yes, He always does that but this time I saw it for I was looking at Him instead of my feet. In fact, I was so busy praising Him that I didn't even notice that I climbed that mountain in short order and had safely conquered it. So remember our God is ALWAYS worthy of our praise, regardless of our circumstances. We don't just praise Him because of what He is doing for us, we praise Him simply because of who He is.

There is a song we sing frequently at our church. May you be blessed by it and let the praises ring!

I will sing to the Lord as long as I live. I will praise my God to my last breath! Psalm 104:33

Blessings!

K :princess:

Alison Stewart @kiwibird ·

Peace, perfect peace coming down from the Father above!

May you always be blessed my friend

kb
Kirk M @blessings2you ·

There is your next group to form--Mud puddlers for the Lord. We have all been there and done that so many times it is a miracle there is are any mud puddles left for the kids to play in. Hmmm, maybe that is what we should be doing in them.
Thanks for the honesty and the song!
B2Y