Yesterday, I asked Him how to celebrate Him. I really want to. But I want to do something that would really mean something to Him. After all, I can't run out and buy Him a gift like I would do for a friend. What can we give God? Worship. That came to me first. It is the one thing He desires most from us. So, I turned to Psalms again and immediately found chapters 145, 146 & 147. I read them aloud to Him with all my heart. It was definately beautiful worship.
And as my heart soared with the beauty, the holiness, and the love . . . and suddenly He gave me a gift. A promise. He dropped it into my soul.
I hesitate to share it with you. Why? It's a little like something so special; so very, very special; like I'm still staring at it in awe. Maybe soon.
It's so beautifully ironic that in my search to find a way to celebrate Him . . . and in the middle of that celebration . . . He gives ME something.
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