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When I Remember These Things

My tears have been my meat day and night, while they continually say unto me, Where is thy God? When I remember these things, I pour out my soul in me: for I had gone with the multitude, I went with them to the house of God, with the voice of joy and praise, with a multitude that kept holyday. Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why art thou disquieted in me? hope thou in God: for I shall yet praise him for the help of his countenance.
       - Psalm 42:3-5 

I praise God for memories. Memories of great songs and powerful sermons.  There are memories of family reunions and the taste of many delicious entrees. I remember the tradition of going out for Sunday dinner, enjoying sit down meals and buffets. 

Memories. Great conversations over breakfast or coffee with friends.  Concerts, sporting events, attending conferences and leisurely hours spent at the Library. 

Once again, so many things sometimes taken for granted. And now time seems to stand still and pass swiftly at the same time. Contradictions as we compare and contrast what we remember with the season we are now in. 

There are those who scoff and ask where is Our God no?. His critics expound that a loving creator would not allow such tremendous suffering. Under the barrage of skepticism the enemy seeks to isolate the Christian and tempt with despair. The Holy Spirit within us stirs us,, He brings things to our remembrance. Jesus said: I will never leave you or forsake you.”  With such assurance we stand firm and hold fast to our faith. 

I say again, praise God for memories. I remember we have come this far by faith. I remember God drew me out of deep waters over and over again . I am reminded presently that He restores my soul.  I remember the promises of God. I celebrate His faithfulness. 

When I remember these things..,when I think about the goodness of God...I’m so glad Jesus lifted me. Glory! Hallelujah!
Jesus lifted me. 

God bless!
In Christ,
Sis. Stephanie 






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