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"I will praise the name of God with a song, And will magnify Him with thanksgiving."  "Whoso offereth praise glorifieth me..."  Psalm 69:30,Psalm 50:23

Oh Lord, I come to You this morning with much praise on my lips and thankfulness in my heart. Last night a friend called and shared with me the miraculous way You had just worked in her life.  My response to her initially was giggles of delight.  The joy inside came bubbling over in the form of laughter.  No words could adequately express my response.  Oh Father, such happiness in Who You are and what You alone have done.  In fact, I just realized, even as I type this now I have the biggest smile on my face, a natural, unrestrained response to Your goodness.

Lord Your generosity to Your children overwhelms me at times.  This situation had been big...I mean, we're talking HUGE, and You have done exceedingly, abundantly more than we could hope or imagine...and quite honestly, I don't believe You're finished yet.  *smile*   Your Word says that You inhabit the praise of Your people, and as we lift up Your Name even now You continue to plan ways to restore the years the locust have eaten.  I think of how You returned to Job twice as much as what he had lost.  You are a God of completion.  When You start a good work, You carry it out.  As unworthy as we are, You give us unrestrained access to unlimited promises.  May we walk in obedience that You may fulfill them all in and through us.

Father, may our continued praise usher in an encore.  It's not that I'm not ecstatic at what You have done.  The performance You have given demands continuous applause.  A standing ovation!  You have graciously, favorably answered countless hours of travailing prayer, but I believe You are bigger still. I don't believe it's time for the curtain to close on this story yet.  I'm going to ask for restitution, not just of tangible loss, but restoration from pain, hurt, unfounded accusations, deformation of character, and false judgement. Attacks have left this dear one with a timid sense of self-worth.  A child of Your's has been very deeply wounded.  Father, show her how much You value her.  Enable her to breathe fresh hope.  Bring complete healing to body, soul and mind.  Plant dream seeds and give her a vision for her tomorrows.  Don't allow the enemy to steal her present opportunity to rejoice in You.  May she not entertain doubt or second-guess the validity of what has been spoken.

Lord thank You for the gladness that accompanies praise.  I thank You for this joyful feeling that companions Your presence.  Even at this moment I pause and breathe in deeply.  Yes, You are here.  Your nearness overwhelms me.  Thank You Lord for demonstrating Your power once again.  Remind me often of this moment, and when You do, return with the memory the enchantment of amazement that can only be described as You.

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