Remember

After a long stretch of sheer dependence on God to move mountains through my financial support, He provided a way for me to return to France. I am in awe and wonder of all he has taught me. Even as I look back on all he has done, I still can't believe that I am here. I didn't do a single thing but pray with his spirit strengthening me; the rest is completely accredited to God. "All to him I owe."


Lately, I have been ready through the Psalms about 2 per day. As I get up into the hundreds, they get longer and are not just filled with just praises, but reminders of when man disobeyed God, yet God rescued and love him anyway. I see that I have the same issues as the sons of Abraham & Adam. I keep stumbling and coming back to my senses by God's grace.

"Remember," he says softly to me, "Remember." I must remember what he has done. I cannot forget his faithfulness. He met me where I was and pulled me out of the slimy pit of discouragement and doubt. He gave me the faith to believe that I would get out of my circumstances and praise him. I don't want to forget. It's so easy for us to forget how we got to where we were in the first place. The very reason that Jesus died on the cross was to give us life, and here we are walking and breathing purely by the grace of God. I just want to hold on to all the memories but sadly I will forget. Thankfully he will always be there to remind me...

P.S. Enjoy the random scenes in Nancy.

Rue Bénit "Blessed street"