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Mopping

 I was mopping today, and this Hymn overwhelmed my heart. Under the table my mop slashed back and forth, around each couch and rug, as my heart and my voice rang louder. Soon my hands let go of the handle and rose toward my Faithful God- forget mopping, HE wanted my attention! Short snippets of past seasons raced before me as He whispered His faithfulness in each one. I see it, and it is astounding. With intricate, intentional detail, He has been faithful to me. Faithful in His promise to never leave, faithful in keeping the enemy from snatching me out of His hand, faithful in grace for my shortcomings, and faithful in whispering His love. 

He sent me to parents that would introduce me to Him.
He planned brothers and a sister.
He sent my husband to the parents he needed to raise him in preparation for me.
When I explored the outdoors in my childhood, He was there.
When I fearlessly sang to Him alone in my barn, He heard me.
When I cried bitter tears of a lonely heart into my childhood pillow, He was near.
As I learned who I was, He steadied my heart.
When I traveled to faraway places to represent Him, He was already there.
As I launched my adult life, He spoke truth to me.
When I married my husband, He smiled :)
At the birth of my first and second child, He showed me deeper and deeper His Fatherly love for me.
In the years  without my own home, He was "home" for me.
As finances come and go, He is always present.
When my daughter died, HE promised to care for her while I live here on earth.
While I waited, He picked out my next daughter.
As I lean in to the life He, my husband and I are building, He is ever faithful.

He is watching, whispering, "hemming me in, behind and before". (Psalm 139:4) 
Sometimes life is heavy, painful, hard... but He is ever faithful.
 

“Great is Thy faithfulness,” O God my Father,
There is no shadow of turning with Thee;
Thou changest not, Thy compassions, they fail not
As Thou hast been Thou forever wilt be.
 
Summer and winter, and springtime and harvest,
Sun, moon and stars in their courses above,
Join with all nature in manifold witness
To Thy great faithfulness, mercy and love.

Pardon for sin and a peace that endureth,
Thy own dear presence to cheer and to guide;
Strength for today and bright hope for tomorrow,
Blessings all mine, with ten thousand beside!
 
  “Great is Thy faithfulness!” “Great is Thy faithfulness!“
  Morning by morning new mercies I see;
All I have needed Thy hand hath provided—
    “Great is Thy faithfulness,” Lord, unto me!

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