The 103rd Psalm of King David

1.  Praise the Lord, my soul; all my inmost being, praise his holy name.
2 Praise the Lord, my soul,
    and forget not all his benefits—
3 who forgives all your sins
    and heals all your diseases,
4 who redeems your life from the pit
    and crowns you with love and compassion,
5 who satisfies your desires with good things
    so that your youth is renewed like the eagle’s.
It’s not even about saying it with your mouth as it is about being so grateful in your heart; your insides should be dancing with praise. You know how you feel when your loved one does something so sweet and you just feel all warm and delicious inside; that’s what King David meant when he said ‘…all my inmost being, praise his holy name’.
You have so many blessings (benefits) some of which you don’t even notice; life, health, family, friends, career, peace etc. Even the hair and stilettos I have are from God!
6 The Lord works righteousness
    and justice for all the oppressed.
7 He made known his ways to Moses,
    his deeds to the people of Israel:
8 The Lord is compassionate and gracious,
    slow to anger, abounding in love.
9 He will not always accuse,
    nor will he harbor his anger forever;
10 he does not treat us as our sins deserve
    or repay us according to our iniquities.
He does not treat us as our sins deserve, or repay us according to our iniquities.  His mercies are new every morning. Picture yourself as a criminal. Each morning you’re in the same court room for a different case(s) and each time, after hearing the charges against you, the same judge says ‘Forgiven. She/he is free to go.’ *Insert sound of gavel*
No bribe, no trial, no defense, no nothing. Every day, every week, year after year...

11 For as high as the heavens are above the earth,
    so great is his love for those who fear him;
12 as far as the east is from the west,
    so far has he removed our transgressions from us.
13 As a father has compassion on his children,
    so the Lord has compassion on those who fear him;
14 for he knows how we are formed,
    he remembers that we are dust.
15 The life of mortals is like grass,
    they flourish like a flower of the field;
16 the wind blows over it and it is gone,
    and its place remembers it no more.
17 But from everlasting to everlasting
    the Lord’s love is with those who fear him,
  and his righteousness with their children’s children—
18 with those who keep his covenant
    and remember to obey his precepts.
From everlasting to everlasting; As far as the East is from the West and the heavens are above the earth. Before you were born, from the year 1BC to the year 200,000 or eternity, that’s how long he has loved you. It doesn’t matter if you live to be 85 or 130, twenty lifetimes would still not exhaust his love for you.  
And it’s not love in portions; He is not measuring 20litres of love (if love was a liquid) per week so that it’s equally spread out and he has enough to last him the whole period of time. Think buckets and floods of love, the kind that almost drowns you and washes everything else away. That’s what we are dealing with here.
19 The Lord has established his throne in heaven,
    and his kingdom rules over all.
20 Praise the Lord, you his angels,
    you mighty ones who do his bidding,
    who obey his word.
21 Praise the Lord, all his heavenly hosts,
    you his servants who do his will.
22 Praise the Lord, all his works
    everywhere in his dominion.
Praise the Lord, my soul.
Let’s just put this Psalm into perspective.  Replace “Lord” or “He” with Sarah or Timothy or Mum; if you had someone who did even a quarter of this for you, constantly, consistently and unconditionally, you would be singing their praise on every possible platform possible. You’d be posting pictures on Instagram and videos of all their deeds on Snapchat with hashtags like #Bestfriendever, #Mybooisbetterthanyours #Feelingloved etc.

What’s stopping you from doing the same for God?

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