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Thoughts for a Woman's Heart |
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encouragement in things that matter |
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Sing!
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I was exhausted. Physically and emotionally, I was drained, but spiritually, I was excited. As empty as I felt physically and emotionally, I was overflowing spiritually. I had emptied myself before God and had been a willing vessel in His hands. I had sung the song that God had put within my heart – a song that speaks of His unquenchable love, His undeserved grace, and the yearning of His Father-heart. And another heart had listened, and had heard and understood. And the song became the heartbeat of another.
Believe me, there are times the song I should sing, is harsh with discordance, and sometimes it is wholly silent, but when God gives the freedom to sing His song, the delight is unparalleled. Remember the woman who came to the well in the heat of the day to avoid the stares and whispers of those who chose to judge her? She found herself engaged in conversation with the God-man who spoke to her of living water. When she recognized that He was the promised Messiah, she forgot about her water jar, and began to sing the song that was still brand-new to her heart, but it was hers because Jesus had put it there. I am always intrigued with the ones Jesus healed, and then told them not to tell anyone what had happened, and they turned right around, and started singing!
The psalmist sings over and over and over again, and encourages us to do likewise. I will declare the wonder of your name. I will praise you among the people. I will sing about your power. I will shout with joy each morning because of your unfailing love. Come and listen, all you who fear God, and I will tell you what he did for me. I can never stop praising you; I declare your glory all day long. And he encourages, "let us exalt his name together." Listen though to the testimony of the psalmist when his song has been sung. He has given me a new song to sing, a hymn of praise to our God. Many will see what he has done and be astounded. They will put their trust in the Lord.
Paul was compelled to sing the song that God gave him. I long for that compulsion. The words of an old hymn capture that compulsion. Redeemed, how I love to proclaim it! Redeemed by the blood of the Lamb. Redeemed through His infinite mercy, His child and forever I am. I think of my blessed Redeemer. I think of Him all the day long; I sing for I cannot be silent; His love is the theme of my song. Daughter of God, sing!
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— Bev |
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