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Praise the LORD, my soul, and forget not His benefits-
who forgives all your sins and heals all your diseases,
who redeems your life from the pit
and crowns you with love and compassion,
who satisfies your desires with good things
so that your youth is renewed like the eagle's.
Psalm 103:2-5
Expect the unexpected. Plan for the unknown. Save up for a rainy day.
We have all heard these things...probably even said one or two a time or so.
Is it possible? How do we do it? Should we, even?
There is a song that we used to sing back in the day based on Psalm 1 that comes to mind in order to begin finding the answers to those questions...
"Jesus is my Savior, I shall not be moved.
In His love and favor, I shall not be moved.
Just like a tree that's planted by the waters,
I shall not be moved."
The other lines continue...
"In my Christ abiding...In His love I'm hiding, I shall not be moved.
On His Word I'm feeding...He's the One that's leading, I shall not be moved."
A true encounter with Jesus is life changing and life giving.
A daily, sometimes hourly, encounter with Jesus is life sustaining.
It is possible to continue walking on an unfamiliar path.
It is possible to get back up after falling into sin.
It is possible to keep on going when bad news comes.
How do I know?
Been there. Done that. Got the diagnosis.
Because of Jesus, life keeps on going. He changes me, while He remains constant.
On this newest leg of my journey called life, the one where I am seemingly drowning in a sea of pink, I can praise Him because I know Him. He is the One who loves me so much He died on the cross for my sins. He is the One who can heal. He is my Savior and Redeemer. He makes life with all of its ups and downs, enjoyable in the good times and bearable in the not-so-good times.
As Jesus says in John 10:10...
A thief comes only to steal and to kill and to destroy. 
I have come so that they may have life 
and have it in abundance.
I trust Him.  Do you?

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