He has done GREAT things

I am feeling heavy hearted today...
It has been one of those days where I didn't want to get out of bed and start a new day. I have been grieving some things that are personal to me alone. Anyway, I am so thankful for Morgan and how full of joy she is. When I look at her I am reminded of the child like faith that God wants me to have. She gets up and turns on the stereo (and turns it up loud...just like her momma likes it). She has been listening to praise music since she was in the womb and SHE LOVES IT! She'd rather hear the music instead of watching cartoons. Anyway, as I began to listen to Watermark I was reminded how praise is a choice. Even if I don't feel like it...
That is when it has the most price. When I begin to praise, sing, dance, and yes shake the tambourine, the LORD takes my weak offering and lifts my heavy heart. I so want to know Him more and offer Him the worship that He deserves.

NIV Psalm 42:1 For the director of music. A maskil of the Sons of Korah. As the deer pants for streams of water, so my soul pants for you, O God.
2 My soul thirsts for God, for the living God. When can I go and meet with God?
3 My tears have been my food day and night, while men say to me all day long, "Where is your God?"
4 These things I remember as I pour out my soul: how I used to go with the multitude, leading the procession to the house of God, with shouts of joy and thanksgiving among the festive throng.
5 Why are you downcast, O my soul? Why so disturbed within me? Put your hope in God, for I will yet praise him, my Savior and
6 my God. My soul is downcast within me; therefore I will remember you from the land of the Jordan, the heights of Hermon-- from Mount Mizar.
7 Deep calls to deep in the roar of your waterfalls; all your waves and breakers have swept over me.
8 By day the LORD directs his love, at night his song is with me-- a prayer to the God of my life.
9 I say to God my Rock, "Why have you forgotten me? Why must I go about mourning, oppressed by the enemy?"
10 My bones suffer mortal agony as my foes taunt me, saying to me all day long, "Where is your God?"
11 Why are you downcast, O my soul? Why so disturbed within me? Put your hope in God, for I will yet praise him, my Savior and my God.