It’s a perpetual frustration for my husband to turn the ignition key in my car.
My car’s linked to my iPhone playlist, and when I’ve been driving, you can bet the volume is up all the way, and everything comes on all at once.
It’s a habit born from the 1970s. I love to drive with the window down and the heater or AC blasting, and my music playing loudly.
Especially my worship music!
I’m older now, so I try to be more considerate in populated areas and keep the car windows up. But if I’m in wide open spaces, I’m a rolling Gospel worship event.
My all-time favorite sing-alone, sing-along is Andrae Crouch’s “Bless His Holy Name.”
The song is, for me anyway, meant to be sung with the abandon that I imagine the original author, King David, meant it to be performed in Psalm 103.
It’s a song of praise for God’s mercy, for his righteousnes, for Whom nothing is too hard.
I think on it often when I’m out of sorts. Singing “Bless the Lord, O my soul and all that is within me, bless His holy name!” at the top of my lungs brings me right back to where I ought to be.
You can’t praise and hold a grudge. You can’t worship and hold your pride. God won’t let you.
The Passion Translation of Psalm 103 doesn’t sing as well as the King James version, but I love to speak the life of it! I won’t need the stereo on for this, I can just shout it out myself!
Psalm 103 King David’s Song of Praise
With my whole heart, with my whole life, and with my innermost being, I bow in wonder and love before you, the holy God!
Yahweh, you are my soul’s celebration. How could I ever forget the miracles of kindness you’ve done for me?
You kissed my heart with forgiveness, in spite of all I’ve done. You’ve healed me inside and out from every disease.
You’ve rescued me from hell and saved my life. You’ve crowned me with love and mercy.
You satisfy my every desire with good things. You’ve supercharged my life so that I soar again like a flying eagle in the sky!
You’re a God who makes things right, giving justice to the defenseless.
You unveiled to Moses your plans and showed Israel’s sons what you could do.
Lord, you’re so kind and tenderhearted to those who don’t deserve it and so patient with people who fail you! Your love is like a flooding river overflowing its banks with kindness.
You don’t look at us only to find our faults, just so that you can hold a grudge against us.
You may discipline us for our many sins, but never as much as we really deserve. Nor do you get even with us for what we’ve done.
Higher than the highest heavens — that’s how high your tender mercy extends! Greater than the grandeur of heaven above is the greatness of your loyal love, towering over all who fear you and bow down before you!
Farther than from a sunrise to a sunset — that’s how far you’ve removed our guilt from us.
The same way a loving father feels about his children — that’s but a sample of your tender feelings toward us, your beloved children, who live in awe of you.
You know all about us, inside and out. You are mindful that we’re made from dust.
Our days are so few and our momentary beauty so swiftly fades away.
Then all of a sudden we’re gone, like grass clippings blown away in a gust of wind, taken away to our appointment with death, leaving nothing to show that we were here.
But Lord, your endless love stretches from one eternity to the other, unbroken and unrelenting toward those who fear you and those who bow facedown in awe before you. Your faithfulness to keep every gracious promise you’ve made passes from parents, to children, to grandchildren and beyond.
You are faithful to all those who follow your ways and keep your word.
God’s heavenly throne is eternal, secure, and strong, and his sovereignty rules the entire universe.
So bless the Lord, all of his messengers of power, for you are his mighty heroes who listen intently to the voice of his word to do it.
Bless and praise the Lord, you mighty warriors, ministers who serve him well and fulfill his desires.
I will bless and praise the Lord with my whole heart! Let all his works throughout the earth, wherever his dominion stretches, let everything bless the Lord!
Email Andrea Howe at firstname.lastname@example.org