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One Year Ago

"How abundant are the good things that you have stored up for those who fear you, that you bestow in the sight of all, on those who take refuge in you."--Psalm 31:19

A year ago today I received a text message asking, "Are you going to France today?"

My friend was correct.  I was at the gate at Eppley Airfield about to board my plane on my route towards Europe.  

France would not have been nearly so sweet had the Lord not allowed the hard seasons before-hand.  I spent some recent summer moments sitting under the stars with this same friend and breathing in God's goodness.  I knew He had been storing up good moments like that for the future.  All that waiting finally made sense.

We can remember--my avid followers--how I waited nearly two months before I finally got to see the Eiffel Tower while over there.  I believe the wait was for that perfect moment when I first saw it.  God was not keeping anything from me, but storing up as the verse in Psalm 31:19 says.  I couldn't have pictured a better moment in Hollywood, enjoying God's goodness on Pont Neuf (most have read the description of this memory in one of my favorite posts here).

Take heart Beloved, God is not holding out on you, but He is storing up good things for you--for He is good.






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  1. Brooke B.September 25, 2013 at 1:02 PM

    I love it! This is such an awesome revelation...it tells of the heart of a good Father God. And He has such good things in store!
    He who did not spare His own Son, but gave Him up for us all, how will He not also with Him graciously give us all things! Can't believe that was a year ago!

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