Sunday, December 18, 2016

Though the fig tree do not blossom,
nor fruit be on the vines,
the produce of the olive fail
and the fields yield no food,
the flock be cut off
                 from the fold
and there be no herd in the stalls,
     I will rejoice in the LORD,
I will joy in the God of my salvation.
God, the Lord, is my strength;
He makes my feet like hinds' feet,
He makes me tread
             upon my high places.

                      Habakkuk 3. 17-19

(Trust God,
        not the circumstances.
No matter what,
           YET "I am with you.
                    I've got this.")

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