The more God touches our lives, the more excited we get to where we can't help but show it. My grandmother taught us that by how she lived. She loved Jesus and never hid it from anyone. I remember how she'd get her shout on and break out dancing. She didn't care who was watching or what she looked like. Her feet and arms would start moving and her hairpins would fly every which way.
If you asked her why, I know what Grandma would have said: "I have every reason to shout. You don't know how far He's brought me or what grave He dug me out of, so please excuse me while I make some noise!"
How can we not get boisterous about Him? Who's better to us than God? How many times has he saved us from trouble, and from ourselves? I know He's saved me from things I never saw coming. He's just that good. So if I shout, you'll know why.
