The pursuit of praise through pain
"Through Him then, let us continually offer up a sacrifice of praise to God, that is the fruit of lips that give thanks to His name." Hebrews 13:15 NASB When I am angry. Let me drop it and praise God. Fearful. Praise God. Elated. Praise God. This is something I am learning as my days continue on without my twins. I need to sacrifice whatever I think is consuming me and praise God for it instead. Praise Him for being all knowing and all present. Because He understands things more than I ever will. He is right there with me in the nights when my heart is breaking and the tears flow down my cheeks. He is with me in the morning when I rise and pick my one year old up and pull him in close for a kiss. When I praise God in the midst of my pain I am doing it not because He needs it. He is shaping me to stop and wait on Him and just sit in His presence and wait for Him. I am asking Him to heal my broken heart, but if I do not stop and praise Him I am not truly giving my heart to Him.