Peace through praise
It's raining here in California. We need it desperately. The giant reservoir north of Redding that feeds the Sacramento River that in turns waters much of the northern part of the state is at 27% of normal.
So the rain is good.
But, unfortunately, it reflects my heart right now. I did something mildly dumb yesterday. Not epically stupid, just something that backfired.
Sometimes it's easy for these kinds of things to throw me off. I get a terse email and I read way more anger into it than the person writing it meant. Or I look at some monumental task and see the mountain instead of the peak.
Luckily, God knew I'd need help this week. This Sunday at church, Eric Johnson mentioned Psalm 71 before his sermon. Even then, it resonated with me.
"But as for me, I will always have hope;
I will praise you more and more.
My mouth will tell of your righteousness,
of your salvation all day long,
though I know not its measure."
I love the, "but as for me." Especially when everyone else is heading in a different direction, I will have hope. After all, Jesus died on the cross so that I can have life.
I made a decision this week to praise Him more and more. No matter what, I'd worship Him. Even if my heart didn't feel happy, my mouth would tell of His righteousness, almost as if my voice was independent of my feelings. You praise and your heart follows.
I'm training myself. I've been praising a lot this week. During one long stretch of work I felt a desire to reconnect with God. So I paused and turned on IHOP-KC just in time to hear them sing:
"When you walk into the room, everything changes. Every heart starts burning. Nothing else matters more than to sit here at your feet and worship you."
Ah yes, God is good.
And finally that last line of verse 15 of Psalm 71 -- "though I know not its measure." What a beautiful, inviting phrase that hints at greater wonders yet to be discovered -- greater treasures of His love yet to be found.
It's been a good week.