Yesterday I preached a sermon.
The text was inspired.
The Bible always is.
The homily was adequate.
It usually is about that.
Following the service, I trudged up to my office.
I was interrupted by a teenager.
She was my 17 year old, Bailey.
Standing there with her friends, she busted out a cheer.
"Awesome job, Dad, you are number one!"
I went from slogging to skipping.
(at least in my heart)
I got to wondering...
How might our praise make our Heavenly Father feel?
When we thoughtfully praise Him.
In so many words, telling Him that He is "Number One!"
I have a feeling that somehow....
It puts a proverbial spring in His step!