Praise is a weapon, but it takes energy to praise. It takes might to fight and endurance to not give up. And sometimes these things seem to be lacking in the heart that's a little weary from another bout of trials. You try to open your mouth, but no words come out. You want to sing, but no song is erupting. Weights of bricks lie upon your heart as the burden of the circumstance quenches the heart of worship.
So, what do you do? Chin up-that's what! Who's going to let that spirit of depression and heaviness steal their day away? Why allow the enemy to gloat and mock in his victory over us! We have lives to live and death has been defeated already! How dare we surrender to his feeble schemes!
But we do...and it's easier said than done to press through the gloom, sorrow, fear, or anxiety of the moment and cling to Jesus and His word as our serenity and hope. It's far easier to give up, to succumb to those feelings and drown in the weight of the pressing situation or current emotional dilemma. It's hard not to.
So, once again, what do we do? What can we do to give thanks in all things and to sustain a spirit of joy wherein nothing we go through can destroy? Good question...not sure who to ask. But here's my best answer: give up. Give up and fall flat smack into the mercy and grace of Jesus. He is the only one who can supply the strength needed to cast those shadows away, rebuke those lies, dismiss those feelings, forgive that person, overcome that addiction, and obtain the faith to believe in His provision, salvation, or deliverance. When we can no longer muster up the strength to fight- we simply need to let Him fight through us and for us, by granting us the grace to praise His name. We got to get off the couch of self-pity and fall into the hands of the God who is so near us-who is patiently waiting to help us in every situation-EVERY situation-if we just let Him. He is ready to comfort our hearts if we choose to allow Him to shake our minds out of the coma of effortless surrender to our feelings. Like little children let's climb upon Daddy's shoulders, that He might elevate us up high enough to reach that which is so far from our own feeble grasp-a song of praise through lives crashing waves.