Psalm 105: 1-11, 37-45, The Message
Thank God! Pray to him by name!
Tell everyone you meet what he has done!
Sing him songs, belt out hymns,
translate his wonders into music!
Honor his holy name with Hallelujahs,
you who seek God. Live a happy life!
Keep your eyes open for God, watch for his works;
be alert for signs of his presence.
Remember the world of wonders he has made,
his miracles, and the verdicts he’s rendered—
O seed of Abraham, his servant,
O child of Jacob, his chosen.He’s God, our God,
in charge of the whole earth.
And he remembers, remembers his Covenant—
for a thousand generations he’s been as good as his word.
It’s the Covenant he made with Abraham,
the same oath he swore to Isaac,
The very statute he established with Jacob,
the eternal Covenant with Israel,
Namely, “I give you the land.
Canaan is your hill-country inheritance.”
When they didn’t count for much,
a mere handful, and strangers at that,
Wandering from country to country,
drifting from pillar to post,
He permitted no one to abuse them.
He told kings to keep their hands off:
“Don’t you dare lay a hand on my anointed,
don’t hurt a hair on the heads of my prophets.”Then Israel entered Egypt,
Jacob immigrated to the Land of Ham.
God gave his people lots of babies;
soon their numbers alarmed their foes.
He turned the Egyptians against his people;
they abused and cheated God’s servants.
Then he sent his servant Moses,
and Aaron, whom he also chose.
They worked marvels in that spiritual wasteland,
miracles in the Land of Ham.
He spoke, “Darkness!” and it turned dark—
they couldn’t see what they were doing.
He turned all their water to blood
so that all their fish died;
He made frogs swarm through the land,
even into the king’s bedroom;
He gave the word and flies swarmed,
gnats filled the air.
He substituted hail for rain,
he stabbed their land with lightning;
He wasted their vines and fig trees,
smashed their groves of trees to splinters;
With a word he brought in locusts,
millions of locusts, armies of locusts;
They consumed every blade of grass in the country
and picked the ground clean of produce;
He struck down every firstborn in the land,
the first fruits of their virile powers.
He led Israel out, their arms filled with loot,
and not one among his tribes even stumbled.
Egypt was glad to have them go—
they were scared to death of them.
God spread a cloud to keep them cool through the day
and a fire to light their way through the night;
They prayed and he brought quail,
filled them with the bread of heaven;
He opened the rock and water poured out;
it flowed like a river through that desert—
All because he remembered his Covenant,
his promise to Abraham, his servant.Remember this! He led his people out singing for joy;
his chosen people marched, singing their hearts out!
He made them a gift of the country they entered,
helped them seize the wealth of the nations
So they could do everything he told them—
could follow his instructions to the letter.Hallelujah!
Belt it out!
Being possessed of
a big voice,
I love that line.
There aren’t many places
in life where
we’re given permission
to be loud.
But right here,
in the opening days
of what many think
a dark season,
we find these
fun, loud words.
Even in the desert,
we can find reason
to sing for all
we’re worth.
Try it!
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Today was harder than most. My old body feels it’s age and struggles to know how to live in it. My ongoing caregiving responsibilities weigh as heavily as have these weeks of cold, foggy, bleak, cold winter days. The nudge was gentle but I sighed deeply, smiled weakly, and created a happy signature line to use today on all all my cyber communication. Then I opened your post for this dark day and you confirmed the Spirit was at work when I did not even know today’s lesson. Thank you for your faithfulness and joy. I WILL sing ‼️ Maybe for many days.
❤️
I’m so sorry it was a tough day, Liz! Praying for the pressure to let up and for peace and rest for that body of yours. Caregiving is a huge job, huge. So glad you found this post helpful yesterday – thank you for letting me know that.
Love, love, love to sing! Let’s belt it out each and every day in praise of Him!
Blessings, Diana.
Good plan, Martha!