there is this lingering languished spirit. i can not shake it. i can not seem to hide from it. my heart feels dry. it feels double-minded, knowing i need to proclaim His goodness but not wanting to. in continuation on that teaching about the joy of the Lord, i was wrecked by the idea that sometimes we laugh and choose joy when we don’t feel like it. as my mind is choosing to be thankful i am reminded of a verse that the speak shared.
And now shall my head be lifted up above my enemies round about me: therefore will I offer in his tabernacle sacrifices of joy; I will sing, yes, I will sing praises to the LORD. psalm 27:6
sometimes the truth of the matter is it is a sacrifice to be joyful. which then leads me to romans 12:1-2 where it talks about our bodies being a living sacrifice. sacrifices aren’t easy. they aren’t pretty.
sacrifice -the surrender or destruction of something prized or desirable for the sake of something considered as having a higher or more pressing claim.
the truth in all this is that the King of Kings and the Lord of Lords, the Alpha and Omega, the Comforter, the Abba Father is so worthy of all sacrifice. He alone is worth all sacrifice even to the point of our lives. He is the one who stands in the gap, interceding for us when we have no words to pray for ourselves.
and in that obedience to proclaim His goodness and offer sacrifices of joy and praise, my heart grows hopeful. hopeful that my God will not disappoint. that He will hear me. that He will come and not delay. that He will satisfy and protect and bless me.
