The song, "How Great Is Our God" began playing on the radio as I was driving home from work. Tears trickled down my cheeks, as I was overwhelmed again with the goodness of God.
One night, near the beginning of the year, I was given this word, "This will be the best year of your life." I let out a whoop and the crowd erupted in laughter! However, on the heels of that, I also heard, "The best year of your life doesn't necessarily mean the easiest, only that God is with you." As I pondered that statement, I thought,
But God with me, IS what makes it the best! And it has.
I love my job. It hasn't always been easy but it has helped me grow in many ways and taught me how to relate to men. I love the interactions with customers. I've gained confidence in who I am and what I can do.
I love my church and the spiritual encouragement I get on a Sunday morning. The friends I've made have blessed my life and being a part of the healing ministry is a highlight. There's nothing like seeing people set free and experience who God really is!
Then there is Mom... and the nagging question, "How long will she be with us?" All summer there has been a steady decline and 2 weeks ago she ended up in the hospital with pneumonia. But she is home again and doing better than she had been for months.
My car still has a tendency to randomly not start and I really have no more answers than I did months ago.
No, I haven't seen all my dreams come true. There are still many things my heart longs for but
knowing God's approval on my life is the best thing of all. It doesn't mean I always get it right or never mess up but when I do, he gently draws me back and sets me on the right path again. And I see him smiling down on me and saying, "Well done, good and faithful servant."
It hasn't been the easiest year, but He
has been with me...
And the year isn't over yet! (I have this nagging suspicion that He still has some good surprises tucked up His sleeve.)
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Sometimes blessings come in disguise...
I was distressed one day to come home and find a shortened mailbox post, minus a mailbox. Upon further inspection I saw the battered box off in the lawn, but the post was beyond repair. I must say I am quite proud of my new post, which my landlord put up and I painted myself. It is much better than the old one!