Listening to Don Moen's songs always reminds me of my darkest moments

Then I was always listening to them and crying, locking myself alone in the room, shedding tears, questioning God, singing along with Don Moen

But today, whenever I listen to the songs, I always smile.

Indeed, God never sleeps, He never slumbers

Just because you can explain it doesn't mean it's not still a miracle.

I cannot conceive otherwise than that He, the Infinite Father, expects or requires no worship or praise from us, but that he is even infinitely above it.

When we lift our hands in praise and worship, we break spiritual jars of perfume over Jesus. The fragrance of our praise fills the whole earth and touches the heart of God.

But perhaps we are speaking, on the contrary, somewhat poorly of God when praising Him, or when wanting to praise Him, only during what we perceive to be our highest of moments. After all, that is in many cases the mentality behind one's unbelief altogether: the failed attempt to control God, to lower His standards to one's own level of understanding in doubt of His foresight and omniscience, His goodness and power. He wants to know if you are faithful enough to praise Him even when, to you, all seems lost.

We sing inspirational songs, songs of praise and worship, and about how good and how big God is. We are magnifying the Lord.