“No storm can shake my inmost calm,
While to that Refuge clinging,
Since Christ is Lord of Heaven and Earth,
How can I keep from singing?”
It certainly is stormy outside. At this moment, it is stormy inside too. Ethan squealing like a pig about a donut that will not be his. Natalie asking yet another question amidst the screams. Sophie singing. Meredith arguing with Natalie. Not to mention the yogurt in the kitchen, marker on my bed, game scattered across the living room floor.
Life is not perfect. It is not meant to be.
There are many, many times when I am not peaceful in the midst of small storms in my world. I get upset, and I do not look for the “gift” in the midst of trials. It doesn’t come naturally, does it?
When I rely on Christ. When I stop and say, “Take this. Use it in my life and show me what to do.” Something happens. A peace comes. I can say, “Thank you, Lord, for this noise. It is the sound of children. I am thankful that you have given them to me, and that you have equipped me to handle them. Give me wisdom.”
This doesn’t always happen. A life of praise is always a work in progress.
So I stop in the midst of the storm, right now, and offer up my praise to God. In thanksgiving. Did you know that thanksgiving is a sacrifice to God?
By Him therefore let us offer
the sacrifice of praise to God continually,
that is, the fruit of our lips giving thanks to His name.
Praise is thanksgiving. God’s Word acknowledges that it is hard to do; it is a sacrifice. We sacrifice our tendency to complain, what most of us perceive as a right, to give glory to God instead. We bring our thoughts into the captivity of Christ. (2 Corinthians 10:5) It takes work. It takes sacrifice. But in the end, we bring something before the Lord that pleases Him.
So today I offer my sacrifice.
Oh! This one is almost easy. I am thankful for my little boy, Ethan. After having three girls, a little boy is a breath of fresh air. I say this as he is trying to brush my screen with his wet toothbrush. He loves John Deere, Bob the Builder, Cars…anything “boy” he loves. He is also polite. He says “please” and “thank you” so sweetly. He is a cuddler. He is the first one awake every morning. I usually awake to him staring at me. He likes to sing and be with his daddy. He is friendly and easy to appease. I don’t think God could have given me a better little boy.
“How Can I Keep From Singing” was written by Robert Lowry. Public Domain.