Psalm 11, 148, 150

Has your soul sung his praises recently?

I think it is extremely common for us to praise him in the good times, seek him in the hard times, and coast through the middle. I wonder what it would look like if my praise and seeking for God were as constant in the middle as it was in the extremes. How enriched I believe my life would be if praise left my tongue on a constant basis. It’s not as though he doesn’t deserve it… for his mercy and grace and love and forgiveness (I could go on) have manifested themselves in my life in great abundance.

I remember once climing to the top of a small mountain on my own in Colorado one morning. When I summited and took in the breathtaking view, I sat on the edge on an overhang and read Psalm 148 out loud. It was the first one I opened to, and I remember weeping. He was worthy to be praised… not because I was being taken care of and not because I was struggling (though the are great reasons!)… but because he IS. He is the constant. He is the provider. The carer. The one who loves me when I’m following and when I’m pursuing myself. And I love how this Psalm is pretty much saying everything will praise God. Not just angels…. But every living creature that he created, the skies and the earth. I love this idea of rain and hail and snow and rocks and vapors and stars all praising God. In my head it’s this beautiful cacophony and movement and noises and the purest of praise. Creation as it was intended.

And so how are you praising him? Not just on the mountains and in the valleys… but in the everyday. I want my song to sing that he is big and good and mighty and gracious all the time. Take the time to read these Psalms slowly and with great intention today.