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Psalm 77:11


I have this Hillsong CD, and every time I listen to it I am brought back to a season in life that surprisingly brings some of the most innocent and fond memories of my life.  I am put back in the basement of a friend's house where we would hold worship nights and I return to my car driving the windy roads of western Omaha.  I envision myself looking into the dark night sky crying out to God for answers to lots of questions I had about my life and dreams and the orchestration of them all.  These times were not necessarily the happiest.  In fact, they were some of the loneliest.  I would consider them a great contrast to France--dark and light.

One thing I find surprising is that when I hear this song that triggers these memories I am not pushed back into the pain, but into the thankful attitude of what God did in my heart of hearts.  He was awfully silent during that fall-turned-cold winter season.  I didn't get any answers I was looking for except the Character that was written in His book.  I began to finally hear the voice of my Lover softly calling, telling me He was and IS better than anything this world has to offer.  That is why I reminisce back to the times of loneliness and silence.  Because when He seemed silent He still spoke.  He is good, all the time.

"Jesus Christ is the same yesterday and today and forever."--Hebrews 13:8

"Being confident of this, that he who began a good work in you will carry it on to completion until the day of Christ Jesus."--Philippians 1:6

"I say to myself, 'The LORD is my portion; therefore I will wait for him.'"--Lamentations 3:24

"I will remember the deeds of the LORD; yes, I will remember your miracles of long ago."--Psalm 77:11

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