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Amazing Grace : 366 Inspiring Hymn Stories for Daily Devotions

November 5 PRAISE, MY SOUL, THE KING OF HEAVEN Henry F. Lyte, 1793–1847 Praise the Lord, all His works everywhere in His dominion. Praise the Lord, O my soul. (Psalm 103:22) The Christian life that is joyless is a discredit to God and a disgrace to itself. —Maltbie D. Babcock A life of praise and an inner joy and contentment are interwoven—they are complements of each other. Such a life is the result of being absorbed with God. For such an individual the pursuit of God’s glory, the Lordship of Christ, and the worship and praise of our Creator-redeemer become a natural way of living. To this person the blessings of God never become commonplace. Forgives all our iniquities; heals our diseases, redeems our life from destruction; crowns us with loving kindness and mercy; satisfies us with good things; renews our youth, works righteousness and judgment for the oppressed; gives guidance to His people; is merciful; is gracious and slow to anger while plenteous in mercy: knows all abo…

Fresh Start Devotionals

Attitude Adjustment “Here you go, son. Here’s the fries you wanted.” The father handed his son a super sized container of french fries and a coke. He sat across the table from his son to sip his coffee and read his newspaper. His son was becoming quite the young man. It seems like just yesterday that they brought him home from the hospital wrapped in a baby blanket his grandmother knitted. Now he is taller than his mother and is showing traces of peach fuzz on his chin. Turning to the Sport’s section, the smell of the fresh french fries distracted him. He reached across the table to take a couple. “No Dad,” the boy snapped, “these are my fries, you can’t have any.” “How dare he?!” The father thought. “This boy needs an attitude adjustment. Doesn’t he know where these fries came from? Why, if it wasn’t for me, he wouldn’t have any fries at all. For that matter, he wouldn’t have a roof over his head, clothes on his back or anything to eat.” Disgusted, the father’s thoughts careened…