During worship today we sang a new song:
"Give thanks to God for he is good..." As we sang together this morning I began looking around and was overcome with grief. This place was suppose to be my home. This was where I was suppose to dig my roots in deep. This was suppose to be where I would serve. This was suppose to be where I would grow. I don't understand why I moved across the world only to move back again, but I know...
that he is good
that he is trustworthy
that he is true
that he is steadfast
and for that I am thankful.
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