Choose to Praise Him In The Storm

"I lift up my eyes to the hills-where does my help come from? My help comes from the Lord, the Maker of heaven and earth. He will not let your foot slip- He who watches over you will not slumber; indeed, He who watches over Israel will neither slumber nor sleep. The LORD watches over you- the LORD is your shade at your right hand; the sun will not harm you by day, nor the moon by night. The LORD will keep you from all harm- He will watch over your life; the LORD will watch over your coming and going both now and forevermore." Psalm 121

There is an amazing song by Casting Crowns called "Praise You in This Storm". Here within the phrases and stanzas and verses of this song is the heart of a worshipper both crying and singing in the storm to us to remember that no matter what it looks like, we can PRAISE HIM IN THE STORM!! What a wondrous place to stand, my beloved brothers and sisters. As the rain pours down your faces, mingled with tears at times, let the Lord remind you to lift your head and worship, praise Him, simply choose to adore Him from this place of brokenness and hopelessness.

It is in the midst of the storm that we hear His still small voice in such a special way in the depths of our souls that it resonates Peace that passes understanding. If you consider the words below, see how in the middle of this song, the Casting Crowns song writer quotes David from Psalm 121, and you can almost hear the cry of David's heart, a man after God's own heart, as he reached out to God and declares that his help (and our help) comes from the Lord.

Let the words of the song bless you this day, and remember, we CAN praise Him in the sunshine, in abundance, in joys, in sorrows, in loss, in celebrations, in victories, in despair, when you at the end of your rope, when you find yourself in a dark cave with no way out, when the
doctor has no answers, on a lonely dry dusty highway, in the midst of a crowd, in the loneliness of being single, in the midst of uncertainty, in the quietness of a hospital room with monitors beeping, in the crashing waves when you can't breath, at the side of a grave.... In the midst of the storm.

Shalom, sister Lahoma

PRAISE YOU IN THE STORM
I was sure by now, God, that You would have reached down
and wiped our tears away, stepped in and saved the day.
But once again, I say amen and it's still raining
as the thunder rolls
I barely hear You whisper through the rain,
"I'm with you" and as Your mercy falls
I raise my hands and praise
the God who gives and takes away.

Chorus:
And I'll praise you in this storm
and I will lift my hands
for You are who You are
no matter where I am
and every tear I've cried
You hold in your hand
You never left my side
and though my heart is torn
I will praise You in this storm

I remember when I stumbled in the wind
You heard my cry to You and raised me up again
my strength is almost gone how can I carry on
if I can't find You and as the thunder rolls
I barely hear You whisper through the rain
"I'm with you" and as Your mercy falls
I raise my hands and praise
the God who gives and takes away

I lift my eyes onto the hills
where does my help come from?
My help comes from the Lord, the maker of heaven and earth
I lift my eyes onto the hills
where does my help come from?
My help comes from the Lord, the maker of heaven and earth

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