“But thou art holy, O thou that inhabitest the praises of Israel.” – Psalm 22:3
I’m on my lunch break and I’m really full. Not full of food though (Although it sure was bomb!). I’m full of Christ. His love overwhelms me — all parts of Him and who He is. Oh, my beloved, how grateful I am that you are mine, and I yours! We praise You on today for your goodness, mercy, and unfailing love!
Like I said, I’m on my lunch break. I’m in tears and my make-up is officially jacked. No worries, I’m fine. As usual, I’ve been basking in the presence of the Lord, chatting it up with King Jesus and loving me some Him. I’m really full. Now I can let it out like I want to. As I awakened this morning, I invited the Lord into my room with song. I sang, “You Are Good” in my crusty, not-so-Kari Jobe-like morning voice. (I overuse that word ‘crusty’ by the way) The Lord loved it too. I love that He loves me. He saw beyond the voice and zoomed into the thought, the effort, the motive, the heart. That’s what counts. I began with this part of the song…
Everyday I’ll awaken my praise and pour out a song from my heart
You are good, You are good, You are good and your mercy is forever
I absolutely love praising God. It comes easy and gives me great joy to do so. But I do understand that what comes easy to some doesn’t come as easy for others. I also understand that practice and desire to overcome – the decision to overcome, has power. At times when I’m worshiping with the music ministry, I’m amazed at how some can just sit or stand (at least they’re standing) and watch you praise the Lord. No participation.
Your breakthrough is never contingent on the praise of someone else, and God’s habitat is only as large as you build it.
Big praise, produces a big environment, making room for a big God. That’s what we want. Kick rocks Satan! If you’re not used to opening your mouth and praising God, that’s okay. But I can assure you that the enemy would love for you to never get used to it. There’s power in your praise; power in words period. Praise tears down walls, kills giants, and socks the devil in throat. You don’t have to start with a song like I did this morning. You can start with a “Thank You Lord”, an “I love you Jesus”, a “You are worthy God”. Better yet, start with the highest praise – Hallelujah! You can start now. Trust me, like you and I, He loves to be wooed and will express His gratitude.
I can’t speak for the praise of anyone else, but this is a little about mine. (Not really sure why I’m sharing it, but let’s roll with it).
My heart often speaks to the Lord in tears. My most deepest and heartfelt prayers for you, others, and myself are in the form of tears. Whatever it is that I’m praying and seeking God for, I want it so deeply, so badly, that it moves me to tears. Each drop, a petition. Then at other times, my most deepest and heartfelt thanks and gratitude unto God for all He has ever done and is forever doing presently and in advance is also in the form of tears. I have huge faith and I truly believe that every petition that I’ve launched into the heavens in Jesus’ name, I do have. I see it in the spirit realm and hold onto His promises. No take-backs, just miracles. I’m speechless and in awe, and I cry. Each drop, a thank you for [insert petition here]. This sometimes turns into a shout or jump (and a crazy ‘Oh my gosh is she okay?’ look to be actually asked later smh). Shout out to the Holy Spirit for that one. I’m not complaining. I’m not embarrassed. It’s all good with me, because my God is all good to me. This had to be where the phrase “Oh My Goodness” came from lol.
At church I love sitting at the end of the row (doesn’t happen all the time, but I do). I like it because I can scoot over near or into the aisle and not allow for my praise to be hindered in any way. Arms out as far as I can stretch them? yes, please (that’s what they’re for).
So the next time you see me praising the Lord, don’t trip. I’m just a worshiper washing my Savior’s feet with my tears. The oil in my alabaster box is costly, my friend. No worries, I’m fine.