One night a fierce Arizona desert storm struck with rain, hail and high winds. At daybreak, feeling sick and fearing the worst, the owner of the property went out to survey the damage.
The hail had beaten the garden into the ground; the house had lost most of its shingles; the henhouse had blown away and dead chickens were scattered about. Destruction and devastation were everywhere.
As the owner tried to take in everything he saw, he heard a stirring in a pile of lumber that formerly had been the henhouse. A rooster managed to free himself from the debris. Dripping wet and minus a majority of his feathers, the rooster climbed the lumber pile until he stood on top of it. He then flapped his bony wings and proudly crowed. It was as if he was saying, "I'm still alive! I'm still here!"
As you probably know, David wrote the majority of the Psalms. The storms of his life motivated David to pray and pour out his heart to God, seeking forgiveness, help and protection. But take some time today to read Psalm 145. It's as if David is proudly crowing, "I'm still here; I'm still here! Praise God! Praise the Lord!
David praises God for His name which saves...he praises God for His goodness and compassion...he praises God for His precious promises...he praises God for His generous provision...he praises God for his protection from enemies.
As this work week comes to an end, join David and offer a sacrifice of praise to God your King!
Have a great weekend!
