On Sunday night I went to an All Sons and Daughters night of worship. [Side note: Birmingham has WAY more concerts than Baton Rouge. It’s unreal!] Since then, one of their songs, Rising Sun, has been replaying in my head. Part of the lyrics say,
Hallelujah name above all.
Simply to speak your name is praise.
I needed this song to be stuck in my head. Because I need to be reminded that simply to utter His name upon my lips is praise.
In this season of both answered prayers that overwhelm me with His goodness and unanswered prayers that leave me wandering in the wilderness, I need to be reminded that simply to speak His name is praise. Sometimes that’s all I have in me. And that’s okay.
It reminds me of the story of the widow in 1 Kings 17. All she has is a handful of flour and a little oil. She is gathering sticks to prepare to die. And yet, even then, she offers that little bit she has left to Elijah as he has instructed her. We can do that too. We can bring whatever it is we have – however small, and offer it back to the one who gave it to us in the first place. Elisabeth Elliot puts it so well, “Although our “assigned portion and cup” (Psalm 16:5) seems to be a strange mixture of good and bad it is all He asks of us. We can look up and rejoice.”
Though it’s not always easy, it doesn’t take much to offer the Lord a sacrifice of thanksgiving (Psalm 116:17). We can speak His name and bring Him whatever it is we are holding in our hands. What’s important is not what we bring to His feet, but rather that we are going to His feet in the first place. Even if it’s just to bring a little flour and a little oil.