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 From My Journal





I write in my journals on a daily basis. There is something soothing and healing about getting your thoughts down on old-fashioned paper.


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16 January 2024

"The Lord is like a strong tower, where the righteous can go and be safe."

(Proverbs 18:10)

I am being tested in my ability to cope with curve balls and upset routines. I think I did OK today. It wasn't  easy: I am so used to things being a certain way, and I am so timid and insecure at times. Thankfully, the Lord is my strong tower.

I am thankful.


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17 January 2024

"My grace is sufficient for you."

(2 Corinthians 12:9)

I noticed it now on the front cover of my journal. Most definitely what I need after this long, long day. And now, the gas ran out, and I'm trying to save S's birthday cake. Almost 11 pm, and I need my sleep. Shoo! But "My grace"....and all those precious folk I could share the Gospel with. And school went well despite having just one working computer.

I am grateful.

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18 January 2024

"Trust in the Lord with all your heart. Never rely on what you think you know. Remember the Lord in everything you do, and He will show you the right way."

(Proverbs 3: 5.6)

Trust God even when you cannot see.

Dearest Lord,

Thank You that I can trust You today and always.
Amen.


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Love and blessings,
Keep shining!
Alison.

Bible quotations: Good News Bible. (Today's English Version. Anglicised text)



 



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