I shall yet praise Him!

On this Thanksgiving Day, take some time to praise God. Have a great day, and keep moving forward!

Why are you cast down, O my soul? 
And why are you disquieted within me? 
Hope in God; 
For I shall yet praise Him, 
The help of my countenance and my God.

Psalm 43:5

 “Yet” – The Hebrew word means “again.”

I shall praise Him again.

It can also mean “still.”

I shall still praise Him.

It can also mean “always.”

I shall always praise Him.

I shall yet praise Him.

This is a word of permanency and constancy.

I shall never stop praising Him.

The radio dial of my soul is tuned to praise – I shall yet praise Him.

The satellite channel of my heart is set on praise - I shall yet praise Him.

The internet address of my spirit is www.yetpraisehim.com - I shall yet praise Him.

And no matter how I feel emotionally - I shall yet praise Him.

When I am sad and down and depressed … I shall yet praise Him.

When I am worried and anxious and fearful … I shall yet praise Him.

When I feel cast away, abandoned, forsaken, and all alone … I shall yet praise Him.

When I think He has forgotten me … I shall yet praise Him.

When my enemies taunt me … I shall yet praise Him.

When the Devil assails me … I shall yet praise Him.

And no circumstances will put a damper on my praise …

If the food is bad, the bed is hard, and the air conditioning is not working … I shall yet praise Him.

If I lose my job …

If my house burns down …

If my “fat clothes” have gotten too tight …

If I have to wait in line a long time for service …

If my car is totaled …

If my boss chews me out for no good reason …

If my retirement account is decimated …

If I don’t like the preaching and I can’t stand the music …

I shall yet praise Him. 

If my children won’t obey me …

If my husband won’t love me …

If my wife won’t follow me …

If my parents don’t understand me …

If my friends don’t stick by me …

I shall yet praise Him.

Even when tragedy and crisis slams against me … my praise for Him will remain as constant as the Northern Star on a cloudless night.

When I am sick … I shall yet praise Him.

When my body is frail … I shall yet praise Him.

When I am in constant physical pain … I shall yet praise Him.

When my heart is breaking … 

When my soul is aching … 

When my world is quaking … 

When my hands are shaking … I shall yet praise Him.

If my spouse dies suddenly … I shall yet praise Him.

If the doctor says, “Cancer” … I shall yet praise Him.

If I mourn over the grave of my precious baby ... I shall yet praise Him.

If my mother no longer remembers my name … I shall yet praise Him.

If my father doesn’t recognize my face when I go visit him in the nursing home … I shall yet praise Him.

If my son or daughter pursues a life of shame and sin … I shall yet praise Him.

If everything around me crumbles and falls … I shall yet praise Him.

I shall yet praise Him because …

His strength is eternal.

His hope is unstoppable.

His joy is indescribable.

His peace is unshakeable.

His power is inexhaustible.

His love is inexplicable.

And His riches are immeasurable.

I shall yet praise Him.

I shall yet praise Him because …

His promises never fail.

His character never falters.

His intention never changes.

His grace never ceases.

His mercy never decreases.

His salvation never disappoints.

His purpose never misleads.

His plans never malfunction.

His goodness never erodes.

And His faithfulness never ends.

I shall yet praise Him.

I shall yet praise my Lord Jesus because …

His Word is still true.

His cross is still mighty.

His tomb is still empty.

His church is still glorious.

His kingdom is still coming.

And His return is still certain.

I shall yet praise Him.

You can’t stop me from praising Him.

You can ridicule my faith … I shall yet praise Him.

You can increase my burden … I shall yet praise Him.

You can intensify my pain … I shall yet praise Him.

You can elongate my suffering … I shall yet praise Him.

You can question my sanity … I shall yet praise Him.

You can malign my motives … I shall yet praise Him.

His praise will be constant.

His praise will be continuous.

His praise will be unending.

His praise will be unconditional.

Hopelessness will not pour cold water on my praise.

Depression will not throw a wet blanket on my praise.

Grief will not pull a black veil over my praise.

Death will not cast a dark shadow on my praise.

Worry will not steal the joy of my praise.

Calamity will not destroy the foundations of my praise.

And all Hell will not silence one solitary sound of my praise.

I shall yet praise Him.

I shall yet praise Him!

I shall yet praise Him!

(From the sermon, Everybody Hurts, preached by Dr. Stephen Rummage, Senior Pastor of Bell Shoals Baptist Church, in Brandon, Florida, on August 9, 2009.)