Praise the Lord! I will give thanks to the Lord with all my heart, in the company of the upright and in the assembly. Great are the works of the Lord; They are studied by all who delight in them. Splendid and majestic is His work. And His righteousness endures forever. Psalm 111:1-3
This spring, I stood at the foot of the Grand Tetons in Wyoming, marveling at the ice-capped beauty rising up before me, rugged and shrouded in mist. Worship welled up inside of me as I stood beside that lake, still frozen in May. I wanted to call out with the psalmist, “Splendid and majestic is His work!” At that moment, I was overwhelmingly thankful for God’s blessings.
But, other times, it’s been harder for me to be thankful for the blessings of God. I remember one dark day sitting on a hard wooden bench in Africa. The scenery perfectly matched my sullen mood. Everything was brown. Drought had choked every last bit of beauty from that landscape. The grass was brown. The dirt was brown. The huts were made of mud, so they were of course … brown. The thatched roofs were brown. And even the leaves of the mango tree in front of me were coated in dust, making them brown. In fact, the only color other than brown in the entire scene was my hostess’ dress – and even it was dirty. My heart certainly didn’t burst into any psalmist’s praise that day.
But was I any less blessed on the day in Africa than I was on the day in Wyoming? Was God any less deserving of my spontaneous praise when I sat on a wooden bench in a dust-coated village than he was when I stood on a hiking trail admiring the mountains in a national park?
When I am happy, am I more blessed than when I am sad?
That’s a lot of questions, and I think the answer to all of them is “no.” My emotions will go up and down depending on the circumstances around me. If I see a beautiful mountain, I will feel awe. If I see a dirty home, I will feel depressed. If I get a job next week, I’m gonna be happy. If I lose one, I will despair.
But in every situation, no matter my emotion, God is deserving of my praise. And in every situation, he is pleased when I remember His blessings that He’s showered me with – salvation, fellowship with other Christians, His unfailing love, a home in Heaven.
I am a blessed woman indeed.