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I will praise

When I started this blog I wanted to write something that all my friends could read and not feel alienated by it being a Christian blog. I didn't want it to be a Christian blog. But in writing I can't deny that my life is fully what it is because of God. I can't write anything that doesn't reflect my utter reliance on Him or the amazing work He has done. I also write from a place of desperately wanting my faith to reflect what I believe about my God.

One of favourite songs has these lines in 'I will praise you in this storm'(its a Casting Crowns song). Since first hearing that song I've had many times when I've needed to listen to it. It was like I needed them to sing so I could praise. Of late i've learnt (learned?) how to praise. I don't need anyone else to direct me or lead me in, I can praise.

We have a needs list and a wants list. The needs list has gotten longer and the wants list has remained untouched. This is where I want my faith to reflect what I believe. In the past God has come through for us in small ways and in huge ways. A friend gave us our honeymoon. Our entire bill for Alexander's birth was paid anonymously. We've had money arrive in the mail the day we've needed to pay our phone. I've cried, in secret, about having nothing in my closet and seen a friend or family member who hands me a bag of clothes. The same goes for the children. Whenever I've said to Emiel what I've needed for Alexander someone gives us a bag with just what we've discussed. We have someone who blesses us with nappies (diapers)(we'd rather do cloth but our reasons for not are another post entirely). God has provided in the past and I have no doubt He is now going to change that.

More then anything I want to be in the place where God can use us to pay someone's hospital bill. I want that we can be such good stewards of our finances that others learn from us. We have a business in mind that would do those things. We just need to start and until then I trust that my Father will look after my family, our needs and our wants.

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