I would like to be part of a praise and worship band.

No, I don’t mean one of those that sings with the crashing of musical instruments.

I mean I want to be counted among those people who do this:

“Give unto the LORD the glory due unto his name; worship the LORD in the beauty of holiness” (Psalm 29:2).

I mean in church meetings (and I didn’t take an opportunity tonight).

But I also mean in normal living.

Any time is a good time to acknowledge the greatness and wonder of God and His deeds.

But so often I’m mum. Mostly it’s because I don’t think about it. (Dreadful, insn’t it?)

I purpose to become more conscious.

Posted from Guaymas, Sonora, Mexico.

“Unto thee will I cry, O LORD my rock; be not silent to me: lest, if thou be silent to me, I become like them that go down into the pit” (Psalm 28:1).

I think going through a day without crying out to God is easy.

What does it take to change that?

Signs on the wall could help. So could notes on my desk and rubberbands around my ears.

Better yet would be internal reminders. Like knowing (and remembering) my own personal need and limitation. And a remembering of God Himself and His great interest in me.

I want Him to be my rock. I declare Him to be my rock.