A holy cheer poured from their lips when He rode into Jerusalem on top of the clothes lavishly laid in the way. They had seen his glory; they were witness to the miracles. They had experienced transformation at His hand. It was a free flowing praise that was lifted high. Unashamed, they cried out his name, that He would be glorified.
When I come before His throne, it isn’t so easy to for a holy cheer to flow from my mouth. I have tasted and seen that He is good, yet I forget. Days and weeks are full, and I forget his hand in my life. I don’t readily recall the miraculous working of his faithfulness in my vicinity.
Just as if I were asked to make a list of what I am thankful for, I would have to pause and ponder to find them all. Although I’m grateful, rattling off my appreciation of obvious and “hidden” gifts would not readily flow off my tongue.
So I close *my eyes and awaken the recesses of my memory, and thankfulness crawls out of repose. I begin to recall the recent ways He has mended my problems, bringing salve to my frustrated soul. Weariness has been transformed to fresh energy, when in my finite thinking I could see no end.
And then I begin to remember His hand moving on my behalf in years past. My heart begins to swell with His goodness.
A few recorded instances of mothers in the Bible rejoiced in Him after they had seen His evident faithfulness first-hand. I want to be a voice lifted in thankful praise as well.
Mary, mother of Jesus, Elizabeth, mother of John, Hannah, mother of Samuel…and Kelly, mother of four lively, precious souls.
A holy cheer now escapes my once silent tongue. His hand has moved in my life. Let Him now be glorified!
*This post has been linked up with Kate Motaung’s Five Minute Friday, and the star indicates when the timer stopped.
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