Day 111

Judges 9–10 | Acts 9:21–43 | Psalm 47

I’m setting aside Judges and Acts today.

Not because they don’t matter—they do.

But because after several days in the deep end—calling, insecurity, suffering, and surrender—I need to lift my eyes.

And Psalm 47 is exactly where I need to look.

Recalibrating

“Clap your hands, all peoples!

Shout to God with loud songs of joy!” (v.1)

It’s jarring, honestly.

After wrestling with limping obedience and hard obedience and everyday obedience—this psalm feels… loud.

Triumphant. Almost out of place.

But maybe that’s the point.

God doesn’t just invite us to endure.

He invites us to exult.

Not because our circumstances are always worth celebrating.

But because He is.

“The Lord, the Most High, is to be feared,

a great king over all the earth.” (v2)

He’s still reigning—even when I’m still wrestling.

Remembering What’s True

I’ve been so inward lately.

Not in a selfish way—but in a searching way.

Trying to obey. Trying to lead. Trying to write. Trying to stay faithful in the fog.

But this psalm doesn’t start with trying.

It starts with truth.

God reigns.

He reigns over nations.

He reigns over emotions.

He reigns over timelines I can’t control and outcomes I can’t see.

“God has gone up with a shout,

the Lord with the sound of a trumpet.” (v.5)

That’s not metaphor. That’s majesty.

When Praise Feels Foreign

To be honest, this hasn’t been a shouting week for me.

More like a whispering one.

A quiet spring break. A few hard conversations.

A lingering sense that everyone else is moving while I’m holding still.

But Psalm 47 reminds me that praise is not a feeling—it’s a posture.

Even when my spirit is subdued, I can still bow.

Even when I don’t have a song, I can still remember who God is.

“Sing praises to God, sing praises!

Sing praises to our King, sing praises!” (v.6)

It repeats four times in one verse.

Because sometimes I need the reminder four times before I believe it once.

Why This Matters Today

Judges is chaos.

Acts is miraculous.

But Psalm 47 is the anchor.

The world is still noisy.

The headlines are still exhausting.

The burdens are still heavy.

But none of those things sit on the throne.

God does.

“He is highly exalted.” (v.9)

Not will be. Not used to be.

He is.

Right now.

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Lord, I forget sometimes. Not who You are—but that You reign. I get caught in the weeds of responsibility, distraction, and trying to hold it all together. But You are King. Today, I don’t want to carry the crown—I want to cast it at Your feet. Teach me again to rejoice, not just survive. Lift my eyes above the chaos and let me remember: You reign. And that is enough.

Amen.