Jackson Five Friday: Praising Him in the Storm

Hey Friends,

I’m wondering if I should order a stash of earplugs for our house guests. Yes, I live with some crazed sports fans who regularly hoot and holler over televised events, but I’m actually referring to our bird issue. Each morning when I wake up it sounds like my bed has been transported to some kind of arboretum. It’s not a bird or two, it’s a vast chorus of songs. It sounds like an avian competition for the earliest, loudest song in history. I’ve kind of gotten used to it, but I do feel bad for our guests.

This week we had a brief but lovely visit from NoVA friends. The birds were at it early, chirping and singing loud and proud. Then a storm blew in. Even with lightning and booming thunder, they kept at it.

“Mmhh,” I thought to myself, “I’ll praise you in this storm.” A few beats of the Casting Crowns song played in my head, then, hoping my guests weren’t awakened, I rolled over and went back to sleep. But it’s interesting how song lyrics are so deeply imbedded in our minds. It’s a good reminder to me to listen to more Christian music.

Because the song in its entirety is great, but the best part is the refrain that quotes Psalm 121:1-2:

I lift my eyes unto the hills — where does my help come from?
My help comes from the Lord. The maker of heaven and earth.

I do not know what storms you are facing right now but my prayer is that you’ll lift your eyes up to the hills and know deep in your soul where your help comes from.

With Love,


P.S. On Friday, I looked up to my favorite “hill” and saw the moon setting over it. You see it?

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