I was speaking to women in the warm confines of the Breckenridge lodge. A backdrop of falling snow attempted to weigh down arms of worshiping trees. A river shivered across the property. Birds sang songs from the hymnals of their hearts, the mountains applauded. A squirrel raised his hand in adoration of the true and living God. I was surrounded by praise.
Praise comes from the depths of our souls and was hand written on our very DNA.
Praise pumps through the blood stream as the legs press hard, directing the bicycle up the path. Praise fills the heart upon reaching the mountain top.
Praise happens in valleys of life and reverberates in victory.
We were created to worship. Yes, in every experience, in each moment.
There are many ways to praise. Don’t let the day slip away without giving praise.
Let everything that has breath praise the Lord. Psalm 150:6