We are called to praise throughout the Scriptures and this is not limited to one kind of praise. Singing worship on a Sunday morning is great, but our praise of God should never end there. Praise is not a moment in time. And it’s not a spiritual gift that only a select few participate in. Scripture tells us to “let everything that has breath praise the Lord. Praise the Lord” (Psalm 150:6). When we praise, we are simply ascribing worth to God. Praise is an attitude of the heart, and should be like a sweet fragrance that oozes from our pores.
As humans, our nature is to avoid pain. But sometimes grief is about returning to the places where you laid your most precious memories and remembering…and then finding the grace and strength to forge new memories. It’s about wading through instead of marching around.
This year my family has faced the most beautiful and painful season of our lives. My husband was diagnosed with stage four melanoma cancer in May. The news came like a sucker-punch to the gut, but it was no surprise to God. In the weeks that followed, we experienced God’s presence and provision in the most profound way and I began to understand how critical community is to our lives.