When Praise is a Sacrifice

When Praise is a Sacrifice

The calendar turned to a new year. December faded beautifully away. Only to welcome the bitter cold, January mornings when the light slips through the clouds to find it’s way through my living room window. With it’s newness, January brings with it a routine and chance to change. While my blank journal is calling out to me to fill it with new words, new dreams, new prayers, the same longings still scream out from my soul.

While this year ahead is laced in hope and promise, I’m still offering the same sacrifice of praise. Before the calendar page flipped, I found myself several weeks ago so broken before the Lord. On this particular day, my soul just ached. I couldn’t quite put my finger on the cause, but my eyes filled up with tears throughout that day. I was attending a conference with a few friends that night and although wasn’t expecting it, I knew Father was up to something.

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That word…hope.

So I’m reminding you, friend, and reminding me, that no matter how big the “box” seems, He doesn’t fit in it. HE DOESN’T FIT IN IT! There aren’t results too bad, or situations too worse, or pain too deep that He doesn’t reach....