Psalm 103:1 “Praise the Lord, my soul; all my inmost being, praise his holy name. 2 Praise the Lord, my soul, and don’t forget any of his benefits” (Jesus extravagantly gives us).
Dear Jesus, we’re Cinderella with amnesia—we forget who you are, who we are in you, and what we have by you. But not today—today we’re gonna blast our hearts with your goodness till our joy is greater than our fearing, comparing, and whining.
3 “Who forgives all your sins” – When you said, “It is finished,” you meant it. Though one Day we’ll be more like you, Jesus, we’ll never be more forgiven than we are today.
“And heals all your diseases,” – Jesus, you don’t always heal on our timetable or in the exact way we pray, but you have secured perfect health for us forever. All the ways sin and death have impacted our bodies, emotions, and thinking—it’s all going to be healed and made new. No more “gunk,” only glory. Hallelujah!
4 Who redeems your life from the pit” – You haven’t just redeemed us from the quintessential pit of sin, death and judgment—you also rescue us from “pits” we naively fall into, “pits” we get pushed into, and “pits” into which we foolishly jump. Thank you!
“And crowns you with love and compassion,” – Jesus, you wore a crown of thorns on the day you died that we might be crowned with your love and compassion forever—including today. Your banner over us is love. Your delight in us is non-stop. Your care for us is comprehensive—even when we don’t see it. Your coming for us is more certain than our next breath.
Shall we have a nice, polite “Happy Thanksgiving?” No way, Jesus, in light of all this Gospel-goodness, it should be filled with deep worship, unfiltered joy, and uber-gratitude. So let it be… So Very Amen.