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Forgive and Forget

Ephesians 4:31-32

Ephesians 4:31-32

FORGIVE AND FORGET

I have faced an angry elephant; I have faced a snarling lion; even been a few feet from a cunning leopard and lived to tell the story.  These wild animals were not intentionally meaning me harm but were simply reacting to my unfamiliar presence in their territory or protecting their young.  Generally a wild animal in the bush will not “deliberately” seek you out to harm you; they are more likely to slip away and melt into the bush to avoid a confrontation. Yet during my lifetime I have seen human individuals deliberately attack someone with viscous lies, rumors and false accusations; even though their victim is totally innocent. They become like venomous snakes whose bites can wreak havoc on their victim. Let me explain what I mean with an illustration:

A man who had been bitten by a rattlesnake was rushed to the hospital. When he asked the doctor, “Is it life-threatening?” the doctor said, “The bite isn’t, but the poison is.”! The man needed a powerful antidote of “anti-venom” to eradicate the effects of the poison in his body.

In life the “bites” we suffer at the hands of others are painful, harrowing and disturbing, but they are NOT lethal.  The injustices we have heaped on us do not destroy us, but how we react to these experiences, can become lethal. Allowing bitterness to take control is a lethal cocktail to the soul.   Like the rattlesnake’s venom; bitterness is toxic to our spiritual health. First it poisons our mind, then our relationships. It causes us to replay the hurt over and over again until it controls us, stealing our peace, our joy and the plans God has for us!

However there is an antidote for bitterness! The antidote is forgiveness!  When Peter asked Jesus, “Should I forgive my brother seven times?” Jesus said, “No, you must forgive him seventy times seven” (Mt 18:21-22). In other words, “Forgive, and keep on forgiving until it no longer bothers you.”

The question is what causes bitterness?

The answer to this question is; anger.

Anger that we allow to develop in our heart will seethe and bubble until it fills our thought-life and becomes a toxin to our spiritual walk and relationship with God.  Anger is a natural human emotion and if we channel it according to God’s purposes we will use it to tap into His power to remove the painful “bite” and bring healing to our shattered emotions.  Uncontrolled anger will become long-term bitterness causing us to fixate on “the individual who did this to us.” This results in causing us to become hostile, critical, blaming and punitive.

Forgiveness becomes the vehicle to control our reactions and behaviors, thus starving our bitterness to death.  In its place God will develop His attributes of love, peace and joy; daily enabling us to grow stronger in Him.

If you are struggling today from hurts and injustices that have been heaped on you, rest in the knowledge that God will fight the battle for you, trust the promises in His Word and soak in His healing love.

 

Under The African Sun

Rhodesia in our hearts!

Rhodesia in our hearts!

UNDER THE AFRICAN SUN

The early morning breeze drifted across my bedroom carrying the sounds of the new day, rousing me from my drowsy musings. The distinct sound of the clanking of the milking buckets signaled that Tubeho was wheeling the day’s fresh milk to be separated. I slipped out of bed, quickly dressing but not bothering to put shoes on and headed to the dairy. I loved to watch the milk being separated in our hand cranked milking machine. Tubeho would turn the crank with gusto usually whistling happily during the process. Out of one spout and into a large milk can flowed the skimmed milk and out of another spout into a smaller milk can flowed the rich yellow cream.  The dairy floor was bare concrete but this made it cool. Several milk cans stood lined up filled with skimmed milk which was left to curdle and turn sour. Once it was fully curdled it was ready to distribute to the school children and staff living on Rufaro Mission compound, along with our family. As I did every morning when the milk was being separated, I took a cup and dipped it into one of the milk cans that was filled with curdled sour milk and drank it to the last drop! It was SO DELICIOUS! Sour enough to curl my already curly red hair! Aah….life was good!

This was going to be an exciting day.  Dad was planning on taking some vegetables and bags of ground maize meal to a widow that lived on an isolated farm. He was in the habit of checking on her quite frequently and I loved to go with him. There really was no proper road to her farm, just some goats and cattle trails through the bush. Mother packed a light lunch basket as she knew we would return by late afternoon in time for a hearty evening meal.

Once the truck was loaded we headed out. There was wall to wall sunshine and I drank in its warmth as I bounced along in the back of the truck with Zillah and Tubeho. Dad had our African school teacher, Peter Mtemererwa riding in the cab with him.  Tubeho began to sing: “Changamire, Muponisi”, (Loosely translated – What a friend we have in Jesus), with Zillah and me chiming in while we hung onto the canopy railings to steady ourselves. Frequently dissolving into giggles as the bouncing truck caused our voices to waver. The joy of the day bubbled over like a mountain brook; yes it was good to be a “missionary’s child” in the heart of Africa! We did not have the luxuries of the civilized world but we had a deep contentment that came from being right where God wanted us to be.

Soon the dirt track deteriorated to nothing but a trail, Dad dropped the truck into a low gear as he began to negotiate the last leg of our journey that was really rough going.  We came to a small stream that usually was dry but a recent thunderstorm had water running over its rocky bed. Slowly Dad negotiated the best route across the wet rocks; a jarring thud brought the truck to a lurching stop. The back wheel had dropped into a hole jamming the chassis against a boulder. We were thoroughly stuck!

The men put their heads together and decided the only way to free the truck was to find a strong tree limb that they could use to act as a lever to pry the chassis off the boulder. Finding a sturdy tree limb in the scrub bush was easier said than done! Finally they found one that would work and then after a good hour of pushing, prying, praying and perspiring, they finally freed the truck. By now all our drinking water was finished; the blazing African sun had quickly depleted us of much needed moisture but we knew better than to quench our thirst from the innocent looking trickling stream. Drinking water that was not boiled was a recipe for a bad bout of gastro-enteritis!  So we headed off for the farm very hot, very dusty and very thirsty!  As we turned the final corner Mrs. Van Den Merver’s farm house was a welcoming sight. She had heard the approaching truck and was waiting for us with open arms. In short order we all were drinking large cups of cool water that was a liquid balm to our parched throats.

Thankfully our return journey to Rufaro Mission was uneventful…….. just another wonderful day under the African sun for this little red-headed gal!

Looking back over this experience I am reminded of the Lord’s words in:

Bible Verse john7-38John 7:37-38 (NKJV) On the last day, that great day of the feast, Jesus stood and cried out, saying, “If anyone thirsts, let him come to Me and drink. He who believes in Me, as the Scripture has said, out of his heart will flow rivers of living water.”

So many hearts are thirsty for this “living water” that Jesus speaks of. We, who have drunk long and deep from this fountain, can in turn reach out to these dry, thirsty hearts and share the “living water” of the Gospel. I challenge you today; let your life become a “river of living water” to those around you. Don’t settle to be a “dry stream” that occasionally has water flowing but dig deep into the Word and become a “river” for God that will touch many lives.

A Glimpse of Home

Beyond the Garden Gate

Beyond the Garden Gate

A GLIMPSE OF HOME

Yesterday our Nation celebrated Memorial Day, honoring our fallen military men and women, plus we remembered our loved ones who have stepped into eternity.  In my mind’s eye I walked the dusty paths of memory remembering our own family members who have gone from our sight but not from our hearts.

In this Nugget, I want to share an experience I had that might help those struggling with the loss of someone close and dear to their heart. I have shared this with a few of my friends privately but I feel a nudge to post this on my public posts.

On September 8, 2009 I underwent eye surgery that required an anesthetic.  While under the anesthetic my brain stem reacted to the drugs that were being administered and the subsequent results were that I suffered multiple “TIA’s” over a period of 7 days plus the brain stem kept malfunctioning and sending negative electrical charges to all the nerve endings in my brain causing the most excruciating and debilitating pain in the head.

I was re-admitted to the hospital for emergency intervention and on the night I was most critical I was lying awake trying to focus on scripture verses that would strengthen my faith. I began to muse what leaving this world of pain and trouble and taking wings to heaven was really going to be like. I drifted into a pain filled half sleep and the following account was a “dream” I experienced that was so vivid I could recall and feel it as though it actually was happening.

I became aware that I had left my bed and my pain wracked body was floating with absolute lightness. Wholeness and vitality rushed through my being with such force that I felt I could take wings and fly. I sensed a Divine Presence walking with me. I knew it was the Lord and His comforting Presence totally enveloped me. I looked around and found I was standing in a beautiful valley surrounded by majestic mountains.

I Corinthians 2:9

I Corinthians 2:9

The valley was lush and my eyes were almost experiencing a sensory overload from the beauty that lay before me. The valley floor was covered with flowers of every color and description. It appeared that the Master Gardener had sprinkled flowers with gay abandon throughout the valley, yet all the colors and flowers were in total harmony. The air was filled with the sounds of bird songs; once again the musical calls were in total harmony. I was struck with the over-riding sense of total peace and tranquility that completely invaded every corner of the valley and this tranquility began to permeate my very being.  There was nothing in that valley that spoke of strife, discord or the clamor that fills our earthly world.

The Lord took my hand and said, “Welcome home Norma, we have been waiting for you. Come walk with me as I have some people who are waiting for you.”  I became aware of a small group of individuals standing some distance from me and we began to walk towards them. Their bodies seemed to be translucent yet I began to clearly see their faces. Gone were the ravages of disease and age on their faces. Glowing health radiated from them. Joy whelmed up within me like a bubbling brook as I realized I was looking at my mother, my father, my husband’s mother and father.  I began to run towards them and then noticed that in my mother’s arms was an infant. I let out a cry of joy as I realized that my mother was holding our infant son, Gary Anthony, who never lived long enough to see his first sunrise. Our reunion was ecstatic and joyous. Mother placed Gary in my arms and I began to run my fingers through his curly hair, his face had lost the “waxy-like death pallor” that I remembered the moment he was drawing his last breath. His little cheeks were the picture of health; he too seemed to have a translucent body but I was very aware of feeling him in my arms. The empty void of my aching arms for the infant son we lost 34 years ago was gone instantly and the mother’s heart in me was whole again. The family kept asking me why I had taken so long to come and they told me that they had been waiting for me. My earthly attachments were fading fast. I had absolutely no desire to return to this world filled with its pain and toil. It seemed as though my focus and vision had moved to an eternal focus instead of an earthly focus. I had absolutely no desire to leave this valley of total peace and tranquility. I turned to the Lord and asked him if I had to go back and He said, “My child you have come home, but you must return as I have more work for you”.

Then slowly my focus changed and I became conscious of my earthly surroundings. I heard myself whispering in my half sleep, “I’ve come home! I’ve come home!”  Then reality set in as the wracking pain tore through my head and I realized I was still in this earthly body and obviously had been dreaming. Peace filled my soul though as I felt that God in His mercy had, for a few seconds, lifted the curtain and given me a glimpse of the glory that awaits the child of God.

The peace and tranquility of heaven transcends anything we can even begin to compare with here on earth. A child of God should never fear the dying process as, glory beyond our wildest imaginations; await us on the other shore. I carry in my heart now the comforting assurance that I can look forward to the day when I can “go rest high on that mountain, when my work on earth is done!”

Take comfort my friends remember the promise in God’s Word:

1 Corinthians 2:9 (NKJV) But as it is written: “Eye has not seen, nor ear heard, Nor have entered into the heart of man The things which God has prepared for those who love Him.”

Isaiah 64:4 (NKJV) For since the beginning of the world Men have not heard nor perceived by the ear,

Dust off your feet-Illustrated.

I John 4:4

I John 4:4

DUST OFF YOUR FEET – ILLUSTRATED 

In my last Nugget I shared how we can tap into God’s Word as a source of strength when we face persecution or are going through deep trials. In this Nugget I want to share an experience that happened to one of our African Pastor’s that is a good illustration of Jesus’s instructions to His disciples in;

Matthew 10:14 (NKJV)“And whoever will not receive you nor hear your words, when you depart from that house or city, SHAKE OFF THE DUST FROM YOUR FEET.”

The following episode took place while I was a teenager and we were living in Salisbury, (Harare) Rhodesia, (Zimbabwe). One morning Pastor Chenurerah came to Dad to tell him that he was going to go to a remote village he had recently heard about. He had been told that the village was controlled by a menacing witchdoctor and the villagers were steeped in heathen worship. He wanted to bring the light of the Gospel to this darkened village. Several weeks passed without any word from him, until Dad received a frantic message to come quickly to the village as our Pastor was dying. It was no small undertaking to reach the village as it was isolated from any type of roads. When Dad arrived, he could feel an air of hostility, but noticed the obvious absence of villagers. The only signs of life were mangy emaciated dogs laying in the shade and scrawny chickens scratching in the dirt. Then a young child appeared from behind a mud hut and pointed wordlessly to another hut. Dad and the African elder that had accompanied him stepped into the windowless hut. It took a few minutes for their eyes to adjust to gloom before they saw what appeared to be a lifeless body lying on the mud floor against the wall. Gently they picked up their friend, who was barely able to speak, carrying him to the back of the pick-up where a makeshift bed was made for him. They made haste to drive the dying man to the hospital, praying they would arrive in time to save his life. Dad assumed that the brave Pastor had been poisoned by the evil witchdoctor. Then an amazing thing happened, with every passing mile taking Chenurerah AWAY from the village, he began to rally. By the time they reached the outskirts of Salisbury he was able to talk. He told Dad that at first the villagers accepted him with hospitality and many were attending the teaching sessions he was holding, some even accepting the teachings of the Gospel. Then one morning the Witchdoctor dressed in his full regalia, strode into the teaching session. He began to chant, dancing around the now terrified villagers ranting abusive curses upon the Pastor before finally demanding him to leave immediately or face death. The Pastor stood firm and unafraid. He told the witchdoctor he was not going to leave. By the next morning a strange weakness invaded his body and with the passing of each day he felt the life slipping away from him. So in desperation he sent one of the villagers who still remained friendly, to relay a message to Dad, to come quickly. It took about a week for to regain his strength upon which he announced to my parents he was going back to the village to preach the Gospel. They advised him that he could well be putting his life in danger but he was determined to return. About three weeks later Dad received a phone call from a doctor in the Salisbury hospital informing him that one of his patients was asking to see my father. The patient was Pastor Chenurerah! Dad was mystified as to what had transpired and hurried to the hospital.

This is the account of what happened:

Upon returning to the village Chenurerah noticed that the atmosphere was totally changed and was rife with the evil practices of the village witchdoctor. The witchdoctor was furious when he discovered that his “arch enemy” was back in the village. Daily he would circle the hut where the Pastor was staying uttering curses and leaving symbols of his insidious craft outside the doorway. Chenurerah refused to be intimidated and continued to try and reach villagers with truth of the Gospel. This time though he was not well received. One day he needed to cycle to another village to meet up with a friend, so he borrowed a lady’s bicycle and headed out.  About a mile from the village he saw a group of women working in their gardens that were planted on the banks of a small stream; he glanced over and called out a greeting to them. There was a concrete causeway crossing the stream; as he cycled onto it a group of donkeys suddenly appeared in his way. He hastily stepped off the bicycle with one leg, hearing a snap and a searing pain he stumbled onto his other leg only to have the same things happen! He collapsed on the concrete causeway groaning in agony; both his legs were broken, one leg had a piece of fractured bone that actually broke off. The women in the gardens came running and asked him why he got off his bicycle and he told them he did it to avoid the donkeys. The women informed that there were no donkeys!

The doctor told Dad that Chenurerah’s legs were so badly broken that he would never be able to walk again. God had other plans; six weeks later he was walking without even the aid of a cane and preaching up a storm! He was ready to return to the village and do battle with the witchdoctor but this time my father reminded him of the Lord’s instructions in Matthew 10:14 and told him it was time to shake the dust off his feet and go preach to villages where they were hungry for Gods’ Word.

So the question is:

Did evil win? ABSOLUTELY NOT!

Was the power of the witchdoctor stronger than the power of God? ABSOLUTELY NOT!

Do bad things happen to the children of God?  ABSOLUTELY!

Does God defend and care for His children even when bad things happen to them? A THOUSAND TIMES YES!

There are times in our lives when it seems that evil is prevailing that we simply need to following the teachings of the Word and walk away, shaking the dust off our feet and let God fight the battle!

Remember, the devil is a defeated foe. He is a nothing but a rattle-snake that has his poisonous glands and teeth removed and all he can do is shake his rattle in the face of the child of God!

My friends stand on God’s Word for the situations you are facing! For the scripture says:

1 John 4:4 (NKJV)  You are of God, little children, and have overcome them, because He who is in you is greater than he who is in the world.

 

DUST OFF YOUR FEET

Matthew 5:10-12

Matthew 5:10-12

DUST OFF YOUR FEET

There are some preachers that erroneously teach that the child of God is exempt from burdens, stress, trials, heartaches and disappointments. THIS IS FALSE TEACHING!  When Jesus was sending his disciples out to minister, He told them not to be surprised when the ungodly treat them unjustly.                                                      Matthew 10:22 (NKJV) And you will be hated by all for My name’s sake. But he who endures to the end will be saved. 

Satan will do his best discourage us from living a life that will be pleasing in the sight of God. He will throw every form of heart-ache, pain, false accusations and every manner of evil mischief he can concoct, against the child of God. The Lord never told us that we would not have problems. He never told us that difficult days would not come or that we wouldn’t have burdens. He did instruct us however how to handle these seasons of testing:

Matthew 10:14 (NKJV) “And whoever will not receive you nor hear your words, when you depart from that house or city, SHAKE OFF THE DUST FROM YOUR FEET.”

One of the most difficult things we face as God’s children is that when these times of testing come we initially are overwhelmed and shattered by the pain, rejection and heart-ache we are experiencing.  We ask the questions, “Why?” and “What do I do next?”

Thoughts flood our hearts and minds such as:

I am trying to go by the book. I read my Bible every morning. I talk to God at night before I go to bed. I pay my tithes faithfully. I attend church on a regular basis and even visit the sick and help people when I can.

The next phase of self-questioning usually goes like this:

Why is it that my burden is so heavy?  What am I doing wrong? Where am I going wrong? What mistakes am I making? I believe God loves me, but when I call, He seems to take so long to answer me. There seems to be a void. It seems I am bearing this heavy load by myself.

Do these words sound familiar to you? Friends I am sharing my heart today because I am speaking from the deep valley of trial that Glyn and I are presently walking through. These are not merely words of “theory”, these are up to date, living words of experience, talking!

Let me offer you some encouragement. We are not alone! There are others bearing loads that in some cases are heavier than even yours or ours!

Jesus clearly reminded His disciples to “shake off the dust from their feet”. What He is telling the persecuted and hurting child of God is that we are to focus our eyes on Him and His eternal

Dusting off his feet!

Dusting off his feet!

reward.  We need to stop the self- incriminations. We must not allow the attack of the enemy or the effects of living in this corrupt generation rob us of our victory. By “shaking the dust off our feet” we are sending a CLEAR SIGNAL to the devil that his evil agenda will NOT succeed because God is fighting the battle for us.

After all; Jesus led us by His own example when He was falsely accused. The scripture tells us:

Isaiah 53:7 (NKJV) “He was oppressed and He was afflicted, Yet He opened not His mouth; He was led as a lamb to the slaughter, And as a sheep before its shearers is silent, So He opened not His mouth.” 

Children of God WILL become victorious during seasons of deep testing and weeping; if we but AVAIL OURSELVES of the promises in God’s Word and tap into the strength He has provided! Drink deeply from His promises to you my friends!

“WEEPING MAY ENDURE FOR THE NIGHT, BUT JOY COMES IN THE MORNING!”

 

Moxie -True Grit

bible verse -serve GodMOXIE – TRUE GRIT! 

Sharing my thoughts and memories in these Nuggets has been a challenge for me in my own walk with the Lord. I can see that God’s Divine purposes and plans for my life were set in motion even before my birth; yet God’s plan gave me the freedom to choose His path and fulfill His will or go my own way. Each one reading this Nugget faces the same choices!

Little did my father and mother know that the feisty red-headed daughter that was their third child born on a remote mission station would allow God to channel her headstrong will for His purposes? They prayed that each of the five children the Lord had blessed them with would follow their example in serving Him but they knew the final decision lay in the heart of each of us siblings. Looking at baby pictures of my sister and me at Gobatema Mission, it was hard to comprehend that the little gal with the mischievous smile and ability to “push the envelope” would one day be a preacher of the Gospel BUT GOD KNEW!

Moxie!

Moxie!

On the other hand, I am sure there was many a time that my mother wondered if her hot-headed middle child would ever have a harnessed will that God could use, yet on reflection it was my very “stubborn grit and moxie” that God was able to use!

Looking back over the events of my life starting from by birth at Gobatema Mission in Rhodesia, (Zimbabwe), I can see God’s divine fingerprints in the molding of my character. Living on that remote mission developed in me a love for wild life and the bush veld. The sights, sounds and smells of the African bush were part of the warp and weave of the tapestry of my life. My feet walked the dusty paths with my parents to remote villages, many times being the first white child these villagers had ever seen. Watching my parents lovingly and patiently minister to these primitive people created a hunger in my young heart to follow in their footsteps; this was another thread the Hand of God stitched into the tapestry of my life. Then when I was a teenager I began holding children’s meetings every Saturday afternoon, walking three miles each way to where I gathered over a hundred children of varying ages and taught them basic Bible lessons. Out of those children’s meetings grew a Youth group which became the nucleus of a church and out of this church our Mission Bible School was birthed.

Another thread in the tapestry of my life was when God had a young man cross my path who became my husband.  God took two flowing “streams”, letting the waters mingle so they could not be divided and Glyn and I became a “river” bringing the refreshing water of the Gospel to thirsty African tribes in Rhodesia.

God called us to stand for righteousness in a darkened land steeped in superstition, witchcraft and ancestral worship. We pooled our God-given gifts and strengths and blazed a trail for Him even though there were many difficult and dangerous circumstances we had to walk through. It took a whole lot of grit, determination, many deep heart-aches and not compromising the teachings of the Word. There were times we did not know where our next meal might come from, but God always provided; there were times when wondered if we would be targeted by terrorist when we were preaching in remote areas or attack us on our mission station, but God protected us; there was no turning back……It would have been so easy to walk away from being missionaries and chose an easier path, but we kept our eyes focused on God’s call and His promises in His Word.  Yes, it took “moxie” but God had our backs!

You see my friends the important question to consider is not how successful we are in this life but how we have lived out our days in response to God’s plan for our lives. No matter how short or how long our journey here on earth might be, the conflict with sin and Satan must never cease, for God has called us to stand for righteousness and unadulterated truth. As faithful soldiers of the Cross, clad with the whole armor of God, we must never relax our vigilance, for the sake of political correctness, popularity or simply because we are battle weary. By staying close to our “Divine Captain” we shall remain true to our calling and the tapestry of our lives that God began the day we were born! When we do this and come to the end of our journey we will hear His comforting words:

Matthew 25:21 (NKJV) His lord said to him, ‘Well done, good and faithful servant; you were faithful over a few things, I will make you ruler over many things. Enter into the joy of your Lord.’

When we hear these words we will know that it was worth all the suffering, isolation and pain because we choose to walk in the path the Lord had planned for us.

Promised Trio

God's faithfulness

PROMISED TRIO

Psalm 33:20-21 (NKJV)” Our soul waits for the LORD; He is our help and our shield. For our heart shall rejoice in Him, Because we have trusted in His holy name.”

Spring has arrived here in the States. The long cold winter months, that stripped the countryside of its brilliant autumn hues and replaced them with a cloak that was drab and lifeless; has passed. Even though above the ground everything looked dead, beneath the frozen soil, roots were using the harsh winter months to rejuvenate and strengthen. Those brutal blasts of icy winds made the vegetation stronger; provided their roots were planted deeply in the life-giving soil.

In the same manner; our journey here on earth as we walk with the Lord has seasons of spiritual dearth; when trouble rushes in, robbing us of our ability to know which way to turn to. These seasons in our lives are like the months of winter in nature. This is the time when we hold still, block out the contrary voices, focus our eyes on the Lord, Who is the source of our strength and wait for Him to turn our weeping to singing!  Our spiritual roots must be rooted deeply in His Word to overcome the winds of adversity.

You see the “ROOT” of our faith produces the FLOWER of JOY. We may not at first rejoice, but joy will come in due season. If we trust the Lord when we are being tried by harsh circumstances and events unfolding in our lives; then in “due season”, the Lord will answer in such a manner that our weeping will turn to rejoicing.

Doubt breeds distress, but trust means joy in the long run.

The assurance expressed by the Psalmist in this verse is really a promise held in the hands of a trusting confidence in the Lord, regardless of what our circumstances dictate. If we do not rejoice at this moment, we shall do so, as surely as the Psalmist David’s God is our God.

Consider with me why we should “trust in the Lord” when the world calls us fools.

Just considering the attributes in His Name is enough to strengthen our faith and trust in Him which will cause us to rejoice in the face of the seasons of “winter” in our lives.

The Lord’s character is holy, just, true, gracious, faithful and unchanging.

Surely He is a God who can be trusted?

He is all-wise, almighty, and everywhere present; surely we can cheerfully rely upon Him?

Think about it:

Jehovah-Jireh will provide, Jehovah-Shalom will send peace, Jehovah-Tsidkenu will justify, Jehovah-Shammah will be forever near, Jehovah Ropheka is our Healer and in Jehovah-Nissi we will conquer every foe.

When we focus on WHO GOD IS AND HIS ATTRBUTES, we will have faith, trust and rejoice in Him without reserve!