Friday the 13th- a Day of Praise

This week I added another year to my history (sixty seven of them now). I was not looking forward to it because my sweet man was not here to celebrate with me. He was always thoughtful about special days. I have a cedar chest full of cards that he gave me over the years. He signed them "Bro. Honey." When he first started to pastor, I just couldn't remember to call him Bro. Trull, and I would forget and say "Honey." So some of the folks suggested that I call him "Bro. Honey." And that just took. It was always his pet name for himself to me. God was so good to give me a sweet "Bro. Honey" for fifty years.  I am one blessed woman. And a special thanks to all my precious family and friends for making my birthday wonderful in spite of missing the Preacher.  I can't help but want to praise the Lord on this Friday the thirteenth. Because He is worthy and inhabits praise. And He works through those that praise Him... praise the Lord!  Ps 50:23a Whoso offereth praise glorifieth me: