"God is so Good"
Have you ever heard the song"God is so good.
God is so good.
God is so good.
He's so good to me."
My Grandma, Nonnie, died six and a half years ago. She got brain tumors and lived with us for two years. When she was sick she would have us hold hands and sing that song at family gatherings. My Grandma had a really hard life. Yet, it was clear to me, a little ten year old, that she loved God. He had estblished her, and nothing would shake her faith in Him. I want to be like her. She loved people, and she knew Jesus. When illness or heartache should have got her down, she fixed her eyes on Him. She was more than a conqueror. I want to be like her.
Sometimes I miss her. It's not that I'd wish her back, she's so happy in heaven. It's just that it was so encouraging to be with her. I thank God for giving me the oppertunity to watch Him call her home.
God is good. I know it more everyday. It's not that I don't get discouraged, or upset. I'm learning how to be a Christian. It's a pleasure to be His.
Life can be really hard sometimes. I don't know how hard, because God has spared me from a lot of pain, but no matter how tough this world can be we can rejoice. We can rejoice in the joy of our salvation. He loves us. The more I think of His love the more joyful I become. It's almost a giddy feeling to be overcome with delight in God.
It's easy to get bogged down in the daily tasks and shortcomings, but I shouldn't let such stupid things get my spirit. "Oh why my soul are you cast down? Why so discouraged be? Hope now in God. I'll praise Him still. My God, my Help is He."
and...
"By day the Lord commands His steadfast love, and at night His song to be with me."
Psalm 42
posted by Becca @ 7:12 PM
4 Comments:
I love you, Becca. Did you ever get my snail mail letter?? Keep growing in the Lord, sister; you are such an encouragement to me!
aw now I have that song stuck in my head. :-)
And I will say to God my rock,
Why me forgett'st thou so?
Why, for my foes' oppression,
Thus mourning do I go?
'Tis as a sword within my bones,
When my foes me upbraid;
Ev'n when by them, Where is thy God?
'Tis daily to me said.
O why art thou cast down, my soul?
Why thus, with grief oppresst,
Art thou disquieted in me?
In God still hope and rest:
For yet I know I shall him praise,
Who graciously to me
The health is of my countenance,
Yea, mine own God is he.
Amen. Thank you for sharing that with us, Rebekah. I love you.
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