My mouth is filled with your praise, declaring your splendor all day long (Psalm 71:8).

I want this.

I really, really want this.

We just read about how the Psalmist took refuge in God in the middle of all his garbage and grief.

Now we see how he did it.

Praise, Beloved. He declared the praises of his God all day long.

I wonder if Paul and Silas were thinking of this passage when they were in jail, praising God, watching as their chains fell to the ground and the prison doors opened.

I wouldn’t be a bit surprised.

Praise him today, Beloved.

Declare his splendor.

Happy Tuesday