Praise Ye The Lord

Psalms 150 says,

“Praise ye the LORD. Praise God in his sanctuary: praise him in the firmament of his power. Praise him for his mighty acts: praise him according to his excellent greatness. Praise him with the sound of the trumpet: praise him with the psaltery and harp. Praise him with the timbrel and dance: praise him with stringed instruments and organs. Praise him upon the loud cymbals: praise him upon the high sounding cymbals. Let every thing that hath breath praise the LORD. Praise ye the LORD.”

I have breath, so I must praise the Lord. As I sit here in my camper, at Country Acres Campground, in the heart of Lancaster, PA, I can’t get over what God has done in getting us here. For those of you who are not familiar with driving in Philadelphia, it’s an un-natural disaster. Tune into any morning show and watch the traffic reports. It’s insane! God set this up, and I praise Him for that. We were going camping for the week of July fourth. My sister Ruthie wanted to give us a vacation after all that had transpired in the first half of the year. We chose Lancaster. Here is what God did. We wanted to leave when I got home from work Friday morning. God was there and arranged me to be scheduled to work overnight at the Sicklerville store. We started our camping trip a day early. I brought Camille and the camper to Sicklerville that night. Now remember the traffic? God supplied me and my boss Joe with another worker. We were able to finish the resets, and get out of there around 4:00 am. Do you know how the traffic is at four in the morning? There isn’t any. We drove through Philly with no problem, right into a nasty thunder storm. God’s timing, of course, is perfect. We only had to drive through a few down-pours. The lightning lit up the early morning sky. It was beautiful. Streaks of high voltage travelling horizontaly across the sky, and vertically as it struck the ground. Then we saw the results, but God protected us from them. There were many branches from trees blocking the outside lane. There was no traffic arround when I swerved to avoid hitting a pile. Praise God that the trailer did not flip, and that we were not damaged by the fallen debree. The Lord got us safely to the campgrounds at 6:30 am. I still have breath, so I praise Him for that. Also the campground is very well kept, and peaceful. Normally, about this time, we would still be hearing the music blaring, the people partying, and loud, foul voices would fill the air. This is a nice, peaceful place. I was going to say a piece of Heaven on earth, but since when is Heaven peaceful? We’ll be shouting praises to our Lord and Saviour. Let every thing that hath breath praise the LORD. Praise ye the LORD.

Peace (Psalm 150:2).