I will exalt you, my God the King; I will praise your name for ever and ever. Every day I will praise you and extol your name for ever and ever.Psalm 145:1,2:
Trees and flowers voicelessly acclaim with joy the freshness and sparkling newness of the spring season. It speaks of life and hope and reminds us of God’s promise that he will always be involved in his creation. That is reason enough to praise and exalt him, but so often our energy and lives are swallowed up by the cluttered, disorderly and broken world in which we live, that we seldom give a thought to praising him.
Praising God does not happen of itself, it demands an active conscious decision from a person. In Psalm 42:5 the author spoke to himself: “Why, my soul, are you downcast? Why so disturbed within me? Put your hope in God, for I will yet praise him, ..." In the song of ascents the author calls everyone who serves the Lord to praise. “Praise the Lord, all you servants of the Lord who minister by night in the house of the Lord. Lift up your hands in the sanctuary and praise the Lord."(Psalm 134:1, 2)
When the Psalmist thinks about his old age, he pledges his ongoing praise to God: “As for me, I shall always have hope; I will praise you more and more. My mouth will tell of your righteous deeds, of your saving acts all day long – though I know not how to relate them all.”(Psalm 71:14,15)
The fact that he is God, should be sufficient motivation for you as a believer to praise God. If you need a greater reason, he is more than just God, he is a good God (Ezra 3:11); he can speak, see, hear and breathe (Psalm 135:16,17). He is the God of gods ... and his love endures forever; he is the Lord of lords.... and his love endures forever; he alone does great wonders ...... and his love endures forever. (Psalm 136: 1-4)
If you still wondering about a reason to praise him, consider this: He hears our prayers and give us new strength (Psalm 138:3); he gives food to everything that lives (Psalm 136:25); he is our hope and trust (Psalm 71) and he alone can let us peacefully sleep in safety (Psalm 4:8).
Prayer: Father, my words are but human expressions and fall short in conveying the greatest praise. I can only say: Give thanks to the Lord, for he is good. His love endures forever! Thank you! Thank you! Amen
O my God, o Koning, ek wil U verhoog en u Naam loof vir ewig en altyd. Elke dag wil ek U loof en u Naam prys vir ewig en altyd." Psalm 145:1,2
Boom en blom jubel stemloos die varsheid en splinternuutheid van die lenteseisoen uit. Dit spreek van lewe en hoop en herinner aan God se belofte dat Hy vir altyd betrokke by sy skepping sal wees. Dit opsigself is rede genoeg om Hom te loof en prys, maar so dikwels word ons energie en lewens opgeslurp deur die deurmekaar, wanordelike en stukkende wêreld waarin ons leef, dat ons selde 'n gedagte daaraan skenk om lof aan Hom te bring.
Lof aan God gebeur nie vanself nie, dit vra meer dikwels 'n bewustelike, aktiewe besluit van die mens se kant. In Psalm 42:6 praat die skrywer met homself: "Wat buig jy jou neer, o my siel, en is onrustig in my? Hoop op God; want ek sal Hom nog loof" In die Pelgrimslied roep die skrywer almal wat die Here dien, tot lof op: "Kom prys die Here, julle almal wat Hom dien; hef julle hande in gebed op na die heiligdom en prys die Here!"(Psalm 134:1,2)
Wanneer die Psalmis sy ouer-word bedink, beloof hy sy voortdurende lof aan God: "Ek, ek sal gedurigdeur bly hoop, ek sal U altyd weer loof. Sonder ophou sal ek van u verlossingswerk, van u reddingsdade bly praat, want hulle is meer as wat ek kan tel." (Psalm 71:14,15)
Die feit dat Hy God is, behoort genoeg motivering vir jou as gelowige te wees om Hom te loof. As jy 'n groter rede nodig het, Hy is meer as net God: Hy is 'n goeie God (Esra 3:11); Hy kan praat, sien, hoor en asemhaal (Psalm 134:16,17). Hy is oppermagtig ... en aan sy Iiefde is daar geen einde nie; Hy is die magtigste van alle maghebbers....en aan sy liefde is daar geen einde nie; Hy het magtige dade gedoen, Hy alleen ... en aan sy Iiefde is daar geen einde nie. (Psalm 136:1-4)
As jy dalk nog wonder oor 'n rede om Hom te loof, dink hieraan: Hy hoor ons gebede en gee ons nuwe krag (Psalm 138:3); Hy gee voedsel aan al wat lewe (Psalm 136:25); Hy is ons verwagting en vertroue (Psalm 71) en Hy alleen kan ons onbesorg aan die slaap laat raak (Psalm 4:9).
Gebed: Vader, my woorde is maar mens-woorde en kom kort aan grootse lofinhoud, daarom net hierdie woorde: Loof die Here, want Hy is goed, aan sy liefde is daar geen einde nie! Dankie! Dankie! Amen
There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens … He has made everything beautiful in its time. Ecclesiastes 3:1,11a
The concept of time always crops up somewhere in our daily conversations. What is shocking is that it is mostly mentioned in a negative context. Something along the line of "I'm so busy, I did not have time" or "Everything is so rushed " or "Look how the time has flown!"
Time, which was intended as a gift from God, has become our boss. Instead of being in control of our time, it feels as if time is a skateboard under our feet that we’re desperately clinging to, trying to stay on top! Many things we plan down to the last detail, but when it comes to time, we carry on indifferently.
Too often we think like this about time:
Everything can wait until later,
Everything in this world can be postponed
- until I feel like doing it
- until I feel better
- until my children are older, or out of the house
- until I’ve worried myself sick about it
... until it's too late.
Maybe there’s a letter, an email, a phone call or a visit you’ve been putting off for weeks - maybe now is the time to do it. Maybe today is the time to encourage, to forgive, to speak or to remain silent. Perhaps the time has now come to go back and make amends.
The other day I found this English poem tucked away between some cards I had stashed away (I wish I knew who the author was):
When I have time
there is a poem to be written,
a song to be sung
When I have time
there is a child to be led
a prayer to be said.
When I have time
I’ll tell you a story,
I’ll visit a friend.
Alas, time is gone –
The poem’s unwritten,
The song unsung
The child is a man
grown up unled
The prayer, ah! the prayer,
it went unsaid.
The story is ended.
Prayer: Lord, let me realise anew each day that time is a great gift from you. Help me not to postpone things. Help me to plan my time, to grab hold of the hours and use them. Amen