Hallelujah Hypocrite

Heard this song on the radio the other day, called "Better Than a Hallelujah" by Amy Grant. It got me thinking, because the words were pretty bold...that God loves to hear our cries and pleas more than the word Hallelujah...sometimes.

Thus the phrase Hallelujah Hypocrite came to my mind. It came to me that sometimes, I am just that...I am in church with my hands in the air, praising God...but when I walk out the door, I'm yelling at my kids, or angry at someone for not driving the way *I* think they should. The very act of praising God should stay in my heart at all times, right? I should be living my life for God, yet so often, I don't. And this is me, being honest here, because I'm not going to write the term Hallelujah Hypocrite and hang my halo upon those words. Because I'm an "HH" in living color a lot of times. And I don't want to be. So what do I do about it? Well, God hears from me a LOT. I am constantly in prayer and praise, in worship with Him. I thank Him for the little things, and for the bigger things, like coming across an accident that caused a long back up...but when you look, you see people standing, and no need for ambulances. Oh, sure...I grumble, but when I see that everyone survived, I thank God for that.

And when I have my bad days, at the end of the day, I take the advice that someone gave me LONG ago (shortly after Hannah was born); every night before bed, find ONE thing to be thankful for...even if you think it is nothing (I remember being thankful that a movie I liked had played that night!).

In the morning, wake up with a new perspective, and HOPE. God's mercies are new EVERY DAY. He forgave you last night when you were crying foul about something that you felt was wrong...and when you were hurting, He comforted you, though you may have felt abandoned and alone. He gives you the chance to start all over again.

Don't be a Hallelujah Hypocrite!

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