Give It Up

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God has ascended amid shouts of joy, the Lord amid the sounding of trumpets. Sing praises to God, sing praises; sing praises to our King, sing praises. For God is the King of all the earth; sing to him a psalm of praise. God reigns over the nations; God is seated on his holy throne. Psalm 47:5-8

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God is praised in this Psalm as He “ascends”. We’re encouraged to join in by singing praises, and this invitation is repeated again, and again—because He is King, not of a city or a state, but of the whole earth: all nations and peoples. He reigns from His holy throne.

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I worry. I wish I didn’t, and in some way, I think it’s probably sinful, but I still worry sometimes. I have to ask myself: If I really believe that Jesus is King, why would I worry? The opposite of worry isn’t calm, but it’s trust. I don’t have to wonder if He loves me. I can trust that he does. All I need to do is read my Bible, even a little, to see that. The one who loves me—the King of everything, who knows me and went to the Cross to save me—says, “Let not your heart be troubled.” Wow!

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Dear Jesus, thank you for loving me and caring for me. Please let my heart rest in you, and not be drawn to all of the troubling things that seek to capture it. I know in my head that I should trust you, please grab ahold of my heart with that truth, so that I do trust you.