Praise the Lord!
Some days you need a pep talk just to find your socks. And if you’re like me, you’ll find them in the refrigerator next to the pickles. On those days, crank up some good Christian music and let it lift your chin, nudge your heart, and remind your soul that God’s still running the universe just fine without asking you for a single management tip.
The psalmist said, “Wake up, soul! Wake up, harp! Wake up, you sleepyhead sun!” (Psalm 57:7–8). That’s ancient Hebrew for, “Alright, self, rise and shine before I come over there.” He didn’t wait for inspiration to strike; he hollered at his own heart like a mama calling kids to the car when they’re already ten minutes late.
Sometimes you’ve got to do the same. Give yourself a little sermon: “C’mon now, let’s praise the Lord before the coffee even kicks in.” And if the coffee never kicks in, praise Him anyway! He’s the one who invented caffeine, so He understands.
Here’s the thing. God can tell when you’re genuinely worshiping and when you’re just mouthing the words like a kid forced to apologize for smacking his sister. Your family can tell, too. If they can spot your fake smile from across the room, imagine how quickly the Lord sees what’s going on inside you.
Praise helps with that. It doesn’t matter if you play guitar like an angel or like someone wrestling a lawn chair. It doesn’t matter if your singing voice could charm the heavens or scare the neighbor’s cat into early retirement. God’s not grading your pitch; He’s listening to your heart. Psalm 100:1 says, “Make a joyful noise,” and some of us are out here majoring in “noise” with a minor in “joy,” and Psalm 103:2 hollers out loud, “Let all that I am praise the Lord!”, and it really means it, too!
Morning people like to “awaken with the dawn.” Night owls prefer to let the dawn awaken itself. Either way, praise fits anywhere on the clock. Start your day with a song, end your day with a song, or stick one right in the middle when life feels sideways.
Music is a gift, a prayer with a melody, a reminder with a rhythm, a hug wrapped in harmony. Let it draw you closer to the One who loves you most.
Father, tune my heart to Your goodness today. Let every song I hum, every note I hear, and every whisper of praise bring honor to You. Fill my day with joy that sounds a whole lot like worship. In Jesus’ name, I pray. Amen.
Praise the Lord today, friend, and let Him tune your heart like a front‑porch fiddle. If you’re breathing, you’re qualified. Lift it up, pretty or not, and let your whole life holler, “Hallelujah!”
With joy,
Gwen
