"They lift up their voices, they sing for joy; over the majesty of the Lord they shout from the west. Therefore in the east give glory to the Lord; in the coastland of the sea, give glory to the name of the Lord, the God of Israel. From the ends of the earth we hear songs of praise, of glory to the Righteous One."
In the midst of chaos there is praise. In the midst of darkness there is singing. Literally in the middle of this chapter describing utter destruction --- this:
-lifting up voices
-singing for joy
-shouting
-giving glory
-singing praises
Today I'm down and discouraged, grieving losses of friendships, relationships, a few hopes and dreams. In the midst I hear ...
Praise. Lift up your voice. Sing. Shout.
Not because anything is different or because change is guaranteed. Not as a magic spell conjuring a change in circumstances. Not in order to regain what I've lost. So why then? What is there to praise?
The majesty of the Lord. The constant. The reliable. The unchangable.
The focus transfers off of me and on to The One who does not change or waver. The focus transfers off the temporal and on to the eternal.
And so I sing.
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