Rejoice in the Lord Always. Again, I say, Rejoice!
Last week, as I sat in my chair, coffee in hand, in the quiet of the morning, I heard a bird chirping perky little songs of gladness from the tree outside my window.
It was refreshing and it lifted my spirits in some ways. After all, who doesn't like the cute little chirpings of a bird? But as I sat listening, I soon found myself thinking, "That bird missed the memo". Not only was it the beginning of January, but it had also been fairly disgusting outside with rain, dark clouds, and humidity. But the bird seemed unaware of the gross weather. He seemed to be enjoying the day!
In reality, I have no earthly idea what that bird was feeling. Maybe it was a mating call...or maybe he was angry. Or maybe he was a little bit off his rocker and genuinely did miss the memo. Regardless, my thinking that he had missed the memo sparked another thought: At least he's singing through the storm.
It's a Heart ThingI find it interesting that my first inclination was to say "why is he singing when the weather is so nasty?" What is it about me that assumes that there shouldn't be any singing when things aren't perfect?
Unfortunately, I think this reveals something unflattering in my heart.
I don't sing through the storm. I whine. I complain. I yell at God. I say the true things: "God is for me" or "God will work this for my good"; All the while, in my head I'm grumbling. In my heart, I fear God won't take care of me.
God tells us to rejoice always.
Always. Not sometimes. Not when the sun is shining. Not when I feel like it.
I tend to just look at rejoicing as something I am supposed to do because God wants me to. Because He wants the glory. And while that is true. there is more to rejoicing than that.
The Thing About RejoicingRejoicing is an outward expression of our knowledge of the grace of God.
Rejoicing says, "No matter what is going on around me, I know that I have the greatest gift in the world: Jesus"
The bird had it right. We should all be singing through the storm!
Have you been singing through the storm, or wallowing in a puddle?
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