I’m in a needy time in my life. Julie and I are planning to move to Vermont in June and could really use a little extra cash, jobs in the Green Mt. State, and a smooth transition. My Step-Mom is recovering from a major operation that removed a cancerous tumor for mher stomach, so I’ve also been asking a lot of God on her behalf. In addition, I am working on a project that is bigger than my wildest dreams. I get overwhelmed often and add this project to my stack of needs. In praying the divine hours last night, I was struck by the first line of the one of the Psalms: “It is good to praise the Lord . . .”
Praise? Praise the Lord? I’m not even sure if I know how to do that!!!
It struck me that I have been asking quite a bit of God lately. Of course he’s ominpotent and all that, but he must be a bit tired of my whining, begging, pleading, asking. In fact, I am so wrapped up in asking, that it has taken me a while to figure out some things that I can praise God for. Ouch, that has to hurt (God I mean).
Working at the church office, we get lots of people asking for things. Many are regulars, coming in for a bag of food, asking for one more night’s rent, both of us knowing that there is no viable long term plan in sight. I grow frustrated and weary of these people who are just using the system to maintain their lifestyle. They have no intention of changing, don’t want any help beyond a check or a bag of food, and don’t mind if nothing ever changes. I look at them, look at myself, bow my head: guilty as charged.
I pray that today would be a day of praise, walking in faith that God knows about my needs and is truly interested in transforming lives and advancing his kingdom.