Entering his gates

Shout triumphantly to the Lord, all the earth.
Serve the Lord with gladness;
come before Him with joyful songs.
Acknowledge that Yahweh is God.
He made us, and we are His —
His people, the sheep of His pasture.
Enter His gates with thanksgiving (תּוֹדָה tôwdâh)
and His courts with praise.
Give thanks to Him and praise His name.
For Yahweh is good, and His love is eternal;
His faithfulness endures through all generations.
-Psalm 100

I woke up at 3 a.m. this morning.  I could have stayed in bed, but I'm learning that if God wakes me up, go with it.  As the Muslim prayer call from the nearby mosque reminds me every morning around this time, "Prayer is better than sleep".   It's Friday here already, Thanksgiving day in America.  The turkeys are going in the oven, tables are being set...it brings a smile to my face.  We are celebrating the holiday today so that's ahead of me, too.  

I think that God woke me up because He knew that I would need the extra time in entering those gates of thanksgiving today.  He wanted to remind me that today isn't about the turkey...or chicken, in our case - it's about תּוֹדָה tôwdâh.    

תּוֹדָה tôwdâh, to-daw':  properly, an extension of the hand, i.e. (by implication) avowal, or (usually) adoration; specifically, a choir of worshippers:—confession, (sacrifice of) praise, thanks(-giving, offering).

So this morning, at 4:57 a.m., I get a head start in stretching out my hands to God.  I will shout (not literally...my family would kill me right now), worship, come, and know that Yahweh is God.  We will enter and give thanks for his goodness, his love, and his enduring faithfulness.  

Happy Thanksgiving.  Happy תּוֹדָה!

No comments

Post a Comment

© Reuben + ErinMaira Gall