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Blessed Be Your Name

Okay, so I watched a video earlier this week that a friend of mine posted on Facebook. I keep thinking about it. It was one of the most powerful testimonies I have ever heard. So for that reason, I’ve posted it here.

The Story of Zac Smith from NewSpring Media on Vimeo.

Zac Smith stepped into eternity and went home to be with Jesus on Sunday,May 16, 2010.

After I watched it, the song Blessed Be Your Name by Matt Redman came to mind. “You give and take away and still I choose to say, blessed be Your Name.” God knows what He is doing, despite our lack of understanding. My mom’s birthday is coming up on May 23rd. She would have been 74 years old this year. I try to picture my mom at this age and I have a hard time doing it. It’s been 19 years since I lost my mom to breast cancer. A few years ago, I came to a point where I actually began to see the “good” that came from that tragedy. God has been able to use the death of my mom to teach me things about Him and things about life. This is a precious gift and I find myself thanking him for it all the time. His plan for our lives is more than our little human minds can even comprehend. But one thing I know with complete certainty is that God is good even when we are confronted with challenges in this life that are difficult to understand. I love this verse and for some reason it came to mind while I was writing this…

“This foolish plan of God is wiser than the wisest of human plans, and God’s weakness is stronger than the greatest of human strength.” 1 Corinthians 1:25 (NLT)

Unchanging


But God hasn’t moved to the mountains;
his holy address hasn’t changed.
He’s in charge, as always, his eyes
taking everything in –Psalm 11:4 (MSG)

Yesterday morning I woke up feeling like Oscar the Grouch. Lack of sleep will do this to me. On top of that it was Monday. I was grouchy and it was Monday… and I wasn’t taking it well. For some reason, this verse reminded me that God doesn’t wake up grumpy on Monday. He never suffers from “a case of the Mondays”. He never suffers from lack of sleep. His love is not like that game kids play with the petals on a flower…he loves me- he loves me not. His love is not a game of chance. He doesn’t change. He loves me and accepts me…even when I do resemble Oscar the Grouch.