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NO THING

No Thing, nothing, NO THING is impossible for our God! 

I have believed those words, spoken those words, clung to these words, prayed those words and last night saw them with mine own eyes.

This life has afforded me several opportunities to see God mightily, miraculously work, His loving compassion being poured out.  Almost eight years ago to the day I was witness to an amazing miracle.  Words came forth from dead places, the first sign of God's promised restoration. And though it didn't look at all like what I expected, it is far greater!  

Last night, once again, I witnessed first hand, God reaching into irreparable pain-filled brokenness and speaking freedom, proclaiming life, defeating the sentence of death.  His healing touch so immediately present that all who observed knew God is the same yesterday, today and forever and He heals!  I caught myself in my own faithlessness expressing "I can't believe this"  Oh in that moment I saw the contradiction I was giving life to and repented.   Falling to my knees, proclaiming rightly  "I can believe God healed my friend, I am just awe struck at the sight of it!"  My friend is HEALED!

How fitting that we are planning celebrations of our freedom!  If the Son has set you FREE, you are free indeed!

Fearfully wonderful - Awesome, this is a good word, a fitting word.  When one comes into the presence of God it is a fearfully wonderful thing and as hymns recount Gospel, "at the Name of Jesus every knee shall bow and every tongue confess the He is LORD!" 

Blessed be the Name of the LORD!  Praise His Holy Name! JESUS, JESUS, JESUS.

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