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MtR: He's that good!

He who dwells in the shelter of the Most High
will rest in the shadow of the Almighty. 
I will say of the Lord, “He is my refuge and my fortress, 
my God, in whom I trust.” 
Psalm 91:1-2

Yesterday was difficult.  
Today is a new day.
God spoke His awesomeness into my life this morning through Psalm 91...

If you make the Most High your dwelling-
even the Lord, who is my refuge- 
then no harm will befall you,
no disaster will come near your tent.
For he will command his angels concerning you

to guard you in all your ways;

they will lift you up in their hands,
so that you will not strike your foot against a stone.
You will tread upon the lion and the cobra;
you will trample the great lion and the serpent.
“Because he loves me,” says the Lord, “I will rescue him;
I will protect him, for he acknowledges my name.
He will call upon me, and I will answer him;

I will be with him in trouble,

I will deliver him and honor him.
With long life will I satisfy him
and show him my salvation.”
Psalm 91:9-16
 God is that good!

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