Happy Tuesday! Are you back in the swing of things from the holiday yet? Yesterday I was able to get tons of work done, which is awesome, and even enjoyed my family time in the evening without stressing out too much… woo-hoooo!
Today’s Psalm is like yesterday’s in that the verseI selected is the one at the very end, which is a response to the rest of the passage. (I always wonder if the same verse grabs everyone else when that happens, or if you gravitate to a different one.)
Here’s what I heard in Psalm 79 using SOAP:
Scripture: Psalm 79: 13
But we your people, the sheep of your pasture,
will give thanks to you forever;
from generation to generation we will recount your praises.
Even in the storm, we will follow you and recognize how good you are to us, and also share that with those who come after us.
Psalm 79 talks of frustration and wonderment as to when God is going to wield His power over the enemies of His followers. And yet, even in that frustration, it ends with the Psalmist saying that He is still one of His and that he will follow and praise him, and encourage others to do the same for generations.
I love how calm and resolute the Psalmist is in following God. He will not be shaken or discouraged by current events. He knows who the ultimate victor is. He will not waver in that knowledge or in his praise of God because of current circumstances. And neither should we.
Fellow believers, keep Him in your focus, not the garbage Satan is slinging our way in hopes of distracting us from truth. Together, lets give thanks to our Father forever and recount our praises of Him to generation after generation. Even in the storm, I will focus on Him.
Want to join me in that?
Father God, as you know there are storms in life. These storms are no fun, but they will not sway me from following you and thanking you for your gifts and continued love. I’m weathering a storm now, and I am not alone in that. I have heard from so many others over the past few weeks who are in their own storms. Battles are raging. Thank you so much for reminding me that you are here, in this storm right alongside me always and I can either cling to you and your truth, or give in to the storm. I choose you, Father. I am your sheep forever, thanks to you. I will follow you and I will give thanks to you forever, so that, from generation to generation, we will recount your praises. I pray that others facing battles will see you and choose you, as well.
Thank you, Lord, for guiding me. I love you.
In your Son’s precious name,