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Not to reference myself too often, as if I had that many amazing things to say, but I feel pretty in awe of a lot of things today.  Some of those things I feel hurt and endangered by- and I'm in awe because I just don't know how to digest them. 
On the contrary though, a lot of those other awesome things are reminders from the Lord, telling me that I am loved, safe and that my Heavenly Father carries me. He cares about me so much!  (So much being an unimaginably large amount. :)

Here's where referencing myself comes in: one of those things that reminds me that He holds me (all the time, including now) is the second to last post I posted called, Painful, but precious.  Meandering around my blog, I saw that title and decided that maybe I could profit from reading it today.
Reading it, trying to take the words in as if for the first time, I realized I needed to get what it said through my head.  I think the Holy Spirit inspired me to write that post then, on November 30th, to speak to me today, on December 6th, the things I wouldn't have the strength to remind myself today; the things I wouldn't have had ears to hear today.
(Btw, though, I didn't necessarily feel "inspired" when I wrote it.  And I'm certainly not trying to say that every thing I write on here is "inspired" but I hope that it is all true and for the glory of God. Okay, just wanted to say that.)

I've had those "God winks" (or whatever you want to call those obvious and recurring words from God through something that seems unrelated) come through the Bible, other books and other people before.  But very rarely do I look back on something I've written and think, "That was exactly what I needed to hear, and what I have been hearing.  Gosh, maybe I should heed what it says."  But I think it happened this time.
I am honored that He would choose to speak through me, and amused that He would use me to speak to myself.
He is so good.  In this time and always.

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