I’m thinking about Yogi Berra today. We lost the baseball great just a couple weeks ago, and in the coverage of his death, I think I heard every “Berra-ism” he ever uttered. Some of them twice. He was known for his “nonsensical” quotes, several of which, when you got down to it, made a lot of sense.
Like, “When you come to a fork in the road, take it.” Your first response is, “huh?” But then you hear the advice: when you come to a difficult choice in life, just make a decision. Don’t hesitate, don’t second-guess yourself.
Or, “It ain’t over til it’s over.” How many of us have said that when our team is down, but we refuse to lose hope?
Well I said something to my daughter last night, that I didn’t mean to say. My tongue slipped, and yet what came out was poetic advice, for her and for me.
She’d been a little stressed before bed ~ anxious about one of her college classes and some upcoming decision, and frustrated with a project she was working on. I said a few motherly things and then sent her to get ready for bed, knowing as I do that everything looks better after a good night’s sleep. And when she was ready, I tucked her into bed and kissed her and told her I love her. And then I said the other things I say to my kids at bedtime: “Sleep well.” “Happy dreams.” And of course, I remind them, “Say your prayers.”
At least that’s what I meant to say. What I said was, “Say your praise.”
I know, right? It’s the perfect piece of advice.
Anxious? Praise Him.
Joyful? Praise Him.
Sad? Praise Him.
Content? Well He’s why. Praise Him.
In the morning, in the evening; when you rise up and when you lay down again… Say your praise.
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