While we’re in the deep heat of summer in Missouri, I like thinking back to spring when everything is more moderate and coming back to life after winter.
Don’t you love spring? Of course, if you live in a climate that’s warm all the time it may not be such a big deal to you. But for those of us that have a cold, dead winter; spring is a pretty big deal. Each part of spring has its own benefits. Late spring has iris. They are a glorious, majestic flower.
God created iris to provide beauty and fragrance. That is His purpose for this part of his creation.
One early morning this spring about 6 am as I arrived at my prayer partner’s home, I observed these beautiful flowers laying on the ground, beat down by a previous night’s storm. They were still in bloom, just laying down on the grown rather than standing straight up. When I left about an hour later, I looked again. The sun had come out and they were still laying toward the ground, but had raised their blossoms up to the sun. Already, they were again fulfilling God’s purpose for them.
I get beat down by the day-to-day storms of life sometimes. I get to where I feel my spirit is laying on the ground. Often, like many humans, when I get beat down all I want to do is complain about it. And I don’t mean I cry out to God for patience or relief. I mean I talk to myself and/or others about how bad things are. I’m too proud to talk to others about how it’s not fair that I should go through this, but I certainly tell myself all about it.
Pity parties keep us from accomplishing His purpose for us as His creation. They certainly do not bring him any glory. So how do we bounce back like the iris?
I believe the Bible teaches us that praise is the way to bounce back. Over and over the Psalmists cry to the Lord with their concerns, frustrations, worries, storms and expressed their praise for the Lord and their confidence that He would come to their aid.
But each day the LORD pours His unfailing love upon me, and through each night I sing His songs, praying to God who gives me life. “O God my rock,” I cry, “Why have You forgotten me? Why must I wander around in grief, oppressed by my enemies?” Their taunts break my bones. They scoff, “Where is this God of yours?” Why am I discouraged? Why is my heart so sad? I will put my hope in God! I will praise Him again—my Savior and my God! Psalms 42:8-11 NLT
Interestingly, they have questions for the Lord, but they continually remind themselves to place their trust in Him.
Father, help me to rebound from the storms of life by praising you. Help me be able to say, “Your praise shall continually be in my mouth.” I love you, Lord and I need you every hour.