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When everything falls apart

God is our refuge and strength, A very present help in trouble. Therefore we will not fear, Even though the earth be removed, And though the mountains be carried into the midst of the sea; Though its waters roar and be troubled, Though the mountains shake with its swelling. Selah There is a river whose streams shall make glad the city of God, The holy place of the tabernacle of the Most High. God is in the midst of her, she shall not be moved; God shall help her, just at the break of dawn. - Psalm 46

There are good things, the earth, the mountains, waters, etc., all good things that God made. Good things that are the substance of our environment. Good things that shouldn't fall otherwise we will perish. You can't hang around when the earth is removed. You can't go about daily life when mountains are earthquaked into the sea. But even though those things God made are good, and to be enjoyed, there comes a day when even those things are removed. And when that happens only what is hiding in God and dependent upon Him for a place to stand will survive.

When your health perishes. When your marriage crumbles beneath your feet though on your part you've done all you know to do before God to keep it standing. When your children rise up against you. When your income is no longer coming in. When mountains, the earth, those things that are good, made by God and necessary for a healthy existence on this planet perish, your real strength has opportunity to shine and is discovered. God gets to shine and be discovered.

For there is a faithful, steady stream of life giving waters which supply the city of God... the place where God dwells in you and me. God is in the midst of us and we shall not be moved though our health, our marriages, our friendships, our family relationships, our jobs... though they all crumble, God will help us. He will rescue us just at the break of dawn! Just in time! Don't give up... He's coming soon! Bring Him glory with me!!!




So glad He found me ,

Isaiah 51:3

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