Most evenings, my husband, Max, asks the dinner blessing. “Heavenly Father, thank you for who you are . . . for sending your son . . .”
In my flurry of life, that’s all I need to know—God is. He sent his son. Our lives are in His eternal hands.
I am blessed by so many things, but today I’m especially thankful to be sharing my earthly journey with a man who knows the Father, who is thankful for the Son.
CAFE: A gathering place. A place of refreshment.
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Monday, November 19, 2007
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Amen, Carla. The blessing of a godly husband cannot be undervalued. God has been good to me, giving me a husband who loves the Lord for who He is, and who loves me just the way I am.
God is GOOD!
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