A Quiet Return to Praise
Psalm 92:1 has followed me for years in a way I did not expect. Not as a slogan I picked because it sounded pretty, but as a small anchor I keep coming back to when my thoughts feel loud.
“It is good to give thanks to the LORD and to sing praises to Your name, O Most High.” Psalm 92:1
Some days I read that and immediately agree. Other days I read it and feel resistance in my chest, like my soul is saying, I know that is true, but I do not feel it right now. And that is usually the moment I realize why I need the verse in the first place.
I used to think praise was the thing we do when life is going right. When the prayer was answered. When the breakthrough happened. When the sky finally clears. But Psalm 92 does not read like a mood. It reads like a decision. A remembering. A return.
Praise, for me, has become a way of turning the key back toward reality. Not the reality of my circumstances, but the reality of who God is. There is a difference, and I confuse them more often than I would like to admit.
The heart is where I carry the invisible weight. The worry I do not say out loud. The comparisons I pretend do not touch me. The quiet insecurity that shows up when I am tired. And if that is true, then it makes sense why I reach for something tangible when everything feels intangible. Something that reminds you, even if you forget for a moment.
That is what Psalm 92:1 has been for me. A reminder I can return to with my hands and my mind.
It is good to praise the Lord.
But what does that word good even mean here.
Good does not mean easy. It does not mean cheerful. It does not mean I have it all together. Good feels closer to right. True. Fitting. Like it aligns me with the way things really are. Praise is good because God is worthy, yes, but also because praise puts me back in my place, in the best way. It reminds me I am not God. It reminds me I am held.
Sometimes I praise with words. Sometimes it is quieter than that. Sometimes it looks like washing dishes while whispering thank You anyway. Sometimes it looks like turning off the noise and sitting still for five minutes because my mind is spiraling and I need to remember who is Lord.
Our brand name, It Is Good, comes from this verse, and I do not take that lightly. Names matter. Words shape what we notice. And I want this one to shape me first.
And in the middle of that learning, I keep hearing our motto in my head, almost like a compass that keeps pointing me outward when I start curling in on myself.
Pursue the Lost, Empower the Found.
That motto challenges me because it does not let praise stay private. Praise forms a posture. If God is truly good, then my life should start to tilt toward others. Toward the one who feels unseen. Toward the friend who is quietly slipping away. Toward the girl who is trying to be strong while feeling completely alone.
When I praise, I remember I have been found. And when I remember I have been found, it becomes harder to live only inside my own head. It becomes easier to send the text, to pray for the person, to notice the quiet one at the table.
If you are looking for a simple path to explore that kind of reminder, you can start with our Fruit of the Spirit Crewneck and just notice what fruit stands out and speaks to you. Sometimes the thing that catches your eye is not random. Sometimes it is the Lord nudging you with a sentence your heart already needs.
So today, if you feel scattered, here is a small invitation I am giving myself too.
Return to praise.
Not because you have to pretend. Not because you have to force a smile. But because God is Most High. Because He is still worthy. Because you are still held.
Faith in the Making questions
Where have I been measuring God’s goodness by my circumstances instead of His character
What would it look like to practice praise in a small, ordinary way today
Who might God be asking me to pursue, or quietly empower, this week
Author: Janice Wilson