Heavy Hands

I spend a few moments nearly every morning on Facebook, wishing Happy birthdays mainly, checking personal messages, etc. I always check out the news feed too. I notice quite a bit of gloom in many of the posts. I also look over my own blogs, noticing how many seem dark and reflect the misery of people wrapped in addictions. Turn on the morning news and you get slapped in the face with world and national sorrows, seldom do the networks share joy. Off we go about our day carrying the weight of the world. So when we get to our jobs, there is no smile, no encouragement to share with others that need a boost.

I have an exercise you may want to try. Clap three times, stretch your hands toward the ceiling. (This is not a magic formula like clicking your heels together three times, you’re not in Oz, you’re not Dorothy) Now, when you do this add these words, “for God is good, his mercy always endures!” Do this several times. If you don’t feel better…go see a physician.

Why carry the weight? Why be downcast and miserable?

“The Spirit of the Lord is upon me, because the LORD has anointed me to preach good news to the poor…bind up the broken…proclaim liberty to the captives…release from darkness for the prisoners…to comfort all that mourn…provide for those who grieve in Zion…a crown of beauty instead of ashes…oil of gladness instead of mourning…and a GARMENT OF PRAISE, instead of a spirit of despair!” Is.63:1-3 NIV

“Wash your face every morning in praise.” Chas.H Spurgeon

“Come everyone! Clap your hands! Shout to God with joyful praise! Ps.47:1 NLT

“Wherefore lift up the hands that hang down”…Heb 12:12 KJV

Make a joyful noise unto God, all the earth!” Ps.66:1 AMP

Coming out from under the load of life struggles may require some strange activity on our part. One day I was at work and had the blues so bad, such a sense of oppression, that I felt I could not work. My partner and I were given a job that required me to ride the back of the rail cars, while he ran the locomotive ten cars away. I boarded the rear car and suddenly, through the heavy despair, I sensed to spend this alone time in praise of God for His omniscience, His omnipresence, His omnipotence. As we moved along and I worshipped in praise…the heaviness lifted, entirely! People may have thought me insane, talking to myself, but I didn’t care. God is worthy of praise no matter if I am in a crowd or alone.

Jehoshaphat sent the singers and praisers ahead of the army in a battle they could not win. (2 Chron.20) As they began to worship the Lord in the beauty of His holiness…God sent angels to confuse the enemy, the enemy turned on each other, praise works.

Clap, sing, stretch your hands toward the heavens saying to God, help, Abba! Tell Him how great He is in your eyes. Like Jehoshaphat…He will roar out of Zion in your defense, He will strip the yoke of heaviness off of your shoulders!

Thanks for reading, God bless and keep you all!

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