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Thursday, August 25, 2016

PSALM 113



"Praise the Lord!
Praise, O servants of the Lord,
Praise the name of the Lord.
Blessed be the name of the Lord
From this time forth and forever.
From the rising of the sun to its setting
The name of the Lord is to be praised.
The Lord is high above all nations;
His glory is above the heavens.




Yep.  He is up there in His heaven.  Aren't you glad!
He is not some wooden statue on your coffee table
or in the park with pigeons sitting on him.
From morning to night, from this time to forever,
it's the never ending story of His glory.



I'm a servant of the Lord, so I will praise Him.
That means in song.
That means with my words.
That means with my praise-living.
That means with my attitude of gratitude.
That even means in my brokenness and hanging-on-edness,
especially then.


"Who is like the Lord our God.
Who is enthroned on high,
Who humbles Himself to behold
The things that are in heaven and in the earth?
He raises the poor from the dust
And lifts the needy from the ash heap,
To make them sit with princes
With the princes of His people.

In doing Ancestry.com, I've learned that Cinderella
was a family name used back in the day...




Umm, do you see Cinderella sitting in the ash heap?
Do you see Prince Charming lifting her up out of the cold cinders?
The shoe fits! 
It's true!
She danced with Him before going back to the everyday
where wickedness oppressed and mocked her.



Oh, but now!
He is desirous of taking her
in his coach pulled by white horses to the castle.
Yep.  That's us!
Our prince is coming!
Don't be discouraged.
He humbles Himself to behold
the goings-on in this ol' world.
He has searched, pursued and wooed us
and will lift us up out of the dust
to take us to the mansions He has prepared for us.



O beautiful one, smudged from the dust and dirt of this world.
Do not lose hope.
Dance with your broom,
listen to the birds sing,
plant those pumpkins
until He cometh.



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