I Shall Again Praise Him

 

 

As a deer longs for flowing streams, so my soul longs for you, O God. My soul thirsts for God, for the living God. When shall I come and behold the face of God? My tears have been my food day and night, while people say to me continually, “Where is your God?”

 

These things I remember, as I pour out my soul: how I went with the throng, and led them in procession to the house of God, with glad shouts and songs of thanksgiving, a multitude keeping festival. Why are you cast down, O my soul, and why are you disquieted within me? Hope in God; for I shall again praise him, my help and my God.

 

My soul is cast down within me; therefore I remember you from the land of Jordan and of Hermon, from Mount Mizar. Deep calls to deep at the thunder of your cataracts; all your waves and your billows have gone over me. By day the LORD commands his steadfast love, and at night his song is with me, a prayer to the God of my life.

 

I say to God, my rock, “Why have you forgotten me? Why must I walk about mournfully because the enemy oppresses me?” As with a deadly wound in my body, my adversaries taunt me, while they say to me continually, “Where is your God?”

 

Why are you cast down, O my soul, and why are you disquieted within me? Hope in God; for I shall again praise him, my help and my God.

 

Psalm 42:1-11

 

Winter is more than half-way over. The Christmas decorations are down and the days have started to become longer. There is still snow, and sometimes it is nice to read a book under a warm blanket or in front of a fireplace. The reality of Christmas should still lift your spirit no matter what’s happening.

 

If not for the reality of the birth of Jesus Christ, not only would winter be dark and dreary, but our hearts would be bleak and have nothing to hope for. No hope for the freedom from guilt and judgment. No hope for His reassuring and strengthening presence through dark and difficult times. No hope for a future secured in heaven.

 

Let the reality of Christmas chase away the blahs of winter.

 

Our Daily Bread – February 19, 2009