David’s declaration here invites us to participate in something that has the power to transform. For many years, I suffered chronic pain. Some days were worse than others, but during those years, I never had a day of complete relief. On the worst days, when I wondered if I could bear it, I would reach my hands to my Father and sing one praise song after another. Praising turned my focus from my pain to the One who had suffered and died in my place. That shift in focus gave me relief that no pain med ever could. I learned the importance of “praising in the storm” and the reality of God’s comfort during those years of unrelenting physical pain. You know what else? The lesson still applies when the storms of life are emotional rather than physical. I can’t tell you how many hymns Mom and I sang during her hospitalization, and I found such peace and comfort in lifting our praise to the One who would soon welcome my mother through heaven’s gates. As long as I live, I will praise His name, because I know I know I know He is worthy of it and so much more.