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Let everything that hath breath praise the Lord. Praise ye the Lord. — Psalm 150:6
One bitterly cold January morning I peered out my dining room window and glimpsed the neighborhood birds gobbling down the tasty seeds from the freshly filled bird feeder. A petite chickadee perched on a tree sprig close to the window quickly caught my attention as it waited patiently for the traffic to clear at the feeder. Its perky acrobatic maneuvers exuded a cocky, high-spirited cheerfulness. Enthralled, I inched closer to the window as my spirit was transformed from the winter blues of a dark frigid morning to a light-heartedness I sorely needed.
Suddenly this cheery, comedic creature thrust its breast forward, threw its head upwards to the sky and babbled out a crisp “chick-a-dee-dee-dee!” It was at that moment I spotted a teeny wisp of its breath hanging in the cold, frosty air, like a tiny white cotton shroud. What a vibrant and vital breath that was! What an awesome sight to behold! I’d like to believe it was singing and praising God that it was alive and well on that frosty, wintry morning.
How many mornings do you arise to a new day and are suddenly aware that you do not feel like praising God? Take a lesson from the lively chickadee. You still have breath, so “praise ye the Lord!”
Lord, I need to praise You each day
To keep Satan’s fiery darts away;
Help me to be of good cheer,
To trust in You and have no fear.
All creatures great and small, including us, need to sing praises to our Creator.