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WEEKLY DEVOTIONAL: PRAISE & VOWS

                                                             14 January, 2017

“Praise awaits you, O God, in Zion; to you our vows will be fulfilled.” Psalm 65:1

 Praise is a ready word on the lips of God’s people. What does it mean to praise God? Praise is from the Latin word Pretiare meaning PRICE. To praise God would mean that we value him as a priceless being, someone who fills a priceless vacuum in our lives.  To esteem, acclaim & credit God with our words is an attestation of the value we place on Him.

The psalmist said to God, “Praise awaits you… in Zion,” not complains and murmuring against God. The statement suggests to man, his duty to God. If God would be starved of adulation anywhere on earth, the Psalmist said, Zion (God’s people) would prepare him praise. “Look to Zion if you can’t find any man to praise you” the psalmist says to God. It’s a persuasion and a worthy challenge.

Praising God without vows is empty. When someone takes a special place in your heart it is evident you'll have a level of commitment towards that person. When God takes a special place in our hearts our commitments to Him should follow. With your words you praise God but with your deeds/decisions you pay Him your vows. You cannot praise God without a deliberate commitment to him.


Would His praise be readily available when things don’t go your way? Would your commitment to Him waver then? Praising God is our duty in every season, if you cannot see what he is doing, remember what he had done and praise him for it. 

“Dear children, let us not love with words or tongue but with actions and in truth. This then is how we know that we belong to the truth, and how we set our hearts at rest in his presence.” 1 John 3:18-19 NIV
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