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Just praise Him

Over the past three or four years one refrain has been continually spoken by the Spirit to me, "Just praise Him."

  • "Just praise Him," when you're sick and can't do your household stuff.

  • "Just praise Him," when you're well and could easily forget what a gift that is.

  • "Just praise Him," when your husband doesn't respond the way you desire.

  • "Just praise Him," when your husband treats you like a queen, taking you out for an expensive meal, while the enemy's there accusing you of betraying Christ for enjoying such a delacacy, reminding you that there's only a few bucks left in checking.

  • "Just praise Him," when your kids roll their eyes, growl and fuss that they don't want to go to church and just want to stay home with daddy.

  • "Just praise Him," when your kids run up to daddy and tell him that Jesus died so they can be with God forever.

  • "Just praise HIm," when you get to be home though it's full of never-finished chores.

  • "Just praise Him," when you're away from home because the Lord is watching over the house.

  • "Just praise Him," when you get to teach your kids about grace and the Lamb of God in a Passover celebration at home.

  • "Just praise Him," when you're away from your kids and they tell you about the bad day they had with their teacher.

  • "Just praise Him," when you're tired.

  • "Just praise Him," when you're energetic.

  • "Just praise Him," when you're sad.

  • "Just praise Him," when you're thrilled.

  • "Just praise Him," when you're alone.

  • "Just praise Him," when you're surrounded with friends.

  • "Just praise Him," when you're accused.

  • "Just praise Him," when you obey.

  • "Just praise Him," when there's nothing you can do.

  • "Just praise Him," when God let's you hold the wheel too.

  • "Just praise Him Shiela! Just praise Him!"

Praise the Lord! Praise, O servants of the Lord, Praise the name of the Lord! Blessed be the name of the Lord From this time forth and forevermore! From the rising of the sun to its going down The Lord's name is to be praised. The Lord is high above all nations, His glory above the heavens. Who is like the Lord our God, Who dwells on high, Who humbles Himself to behold The things that are in the heavens and in the earth? He raises the poor out of the dust, And lifts the needy out of the ash heap, That He may seat him with princes-- With the princes of His people. He grants the barren woman a home, Like a joyful mother of
children. Praise the Lord! - Psalm 113:1-9

**** Okay, I just went looking for this song to sing while I'm starting my day and I found this video. I had to add it on here, cause it's EXACTLY the image of what God is speaking to my heart... Just praise Him even while all the world around carries on and the circumstances of life continue... Oh Praise HIM! Sometimes I just need to burst forth in praise like this guy no matter where I am.

Redeeming the time


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