Restored

Sometimes when things are broken, we learn to compensate. We lower our expectations to think there can never be restoration in the broken. We forget how big our God is.
I got a message Friday that reminded me how good our God truly is–how much He is working behind the scenes when I don’t have a clue. A situation that I have been in close proximity to since fifth grade has come completely full circle and is in a healthy, glorified place. 
The funny God thing is I had that exact situation, that I haven’t thought specifically about in years, on my heart early last week. I had a very vivid memory of the beginning of the story–very vivid. Down to the car being driven, which really has nothing to do with it at all. Down to the rug on my living room floor, which, again, has nothing to do with anything. But God freshened up my heart so that I’d be ready to receive the news of the restoration Friday. Such a faithful and sovereign God we serve. He knew. He knew in fifth grade how this would turn out. He knew His plan would prevail. He has washed the slate clean; made it white as snow.

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Going back to Philippians 1:6, He started a good work, and it was seen to completion.
Restore to me the joy of your salvation and grant me a willing spirit, to sustain me. –Psalm 51:12

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