Therefore, let us offer through Jesus a continual sacrifice of praise to God,
proclaiming our allegiance to his name.
Friends, I’m tired. I say that literally as I care for this newborn babe. And I must confess, I had forgotten how hard simple life tasks are when sleep eludes you.
David made sure he praised God intentionally at least seven times a day (Psalm 119:164). A part of me wonders if this is like the seventy times seven example in the Bible and really means: David praised all day long. Every day. No matter what.
So I’ve been digging into Psalms for inspirations. Reading them through in the late night hours. Trying to imprint some on my heart in memorization. I’ve been alternating translations for new perspective. And I’ve offered up some of my own in my journal.
Because I want to keep my hallelujahs loud and strong. Just as they should be.
One night recently, I stumbled on The Message version of Psalm 22 and read this:
Here’s the story I’ll tell my friends when they come to worship,
and punctuate it with Hallelujahs:
If you read the rest, you’ll find David sharing his story. The part of his life he deems most important. (CLICK HERE to read it) And friends, I have to tell you, it should come as no surprise…the part of his life he felt was worth sharing. The one he claims as his own…was all about God.
It makes sense, really, since God rescued David countless times.
Friends, He’s done the same for me.
I understand this as David was one of God’s very favorites.
Friends, He allows me the title of His child.
And I wonder if we asked those who knew David personally. Those who saw his everyday. The ones he called friends. I wonder if they knew this part of his story.
But the real question I need to answer: Do my friends? Do those who know me know my story? The one I claim for my own. The story that has rescued me from…myself?
The hard question I need to answer: If someone asked for this story, would I know what I would share? Is it so close to me that I’d have no trouble sharing the highlights like David has?
And the ultimate question I need to answer: Do I live out this story each day punctuated with hallelujahs?
As I wake in the midnight hours now, I find my shaky hallelujahs getting stronger. Because I’ve been thinking about this story. My story. The one story I should tell my friends. And how the life I live deserves hallelujah exclamation points! Regardless of what each day throws my way.
Amazing how easy hallelujahs become
when you look back to see what He’s done for you
and claim His Story as your own…
How about you, friend? What’s your story? Do you live it out in hallelujahs? I’d love to hear.