We’re detouring away from Genesis for a bit.  I guess my ADHD is getting the best of me…

Praise the Lord, O my soul, and all my inmost being, praise his holy name (Psalm 103:1).

This verse isn’t commentary—it’s a command.

Praise is a matter of will.

See, my soul does not always feel like exalting anything or anyone other than itself.

The rebellious streak—the Pride—runs deep, and I have to command my heart to deny itself and praise him.

I don’t think I’m alone in this.

At least—I really hope not.

Most people think of praise as an emotion.  You throw your hands up and sing loud and get the holy tingles.  But I’ll tell you, if I left it up to emotions, my Lord would not get the praise he deserves.  Because my emotions are fickle, foolish things.

So, I command my soul, my heart—all my inmost being—to set aside the Pride and bow to the King of the Universe, reminding myself once again that Christ, not Michael, is the worthy one.

Care to join me, Beloved?