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Thankful: He is constant.

Today, I'm having trouble reeling in to write about something I'm thankful for. 
I'm pretty hyper and glad it's a friday.  My brain is sort of going wild and I want to do everything but nothing in particular all at once.  Today, I don't know what I am.

Two days ago, I was feeling sad.  I was feeling condemned and pretty low about myself and my accomplishments (or lackthereof).  I prayed for joy.  That day, I was discouraged

Yesterday, I prayed that my life would reflect the fact that I love Jesus more than anything else. I failed at that in some ways.  But I also succeeded at that in some ways.  Yesterday, I was hopeful.

What I'm trying to say through my short reviews of the past couple of days is that I am not constant.
I might wish I was and regret it when I'm not.  I might put on a front.  I might even pull off actually being constant for a while, but when it comes down to it, I am not. 
And as a human, I need something good that is constant.  And the short of it is, I am not.

But He is good and He never changes.

No matter what I do or how I feel, he will never change.
On days like today, or yesterday, the day before, or tomorrow, He is the same and that is wonderful.
It means that the love that Jesus went to the cross with for me is still there.  It means that what He accomplished on the cross is still accomplished and I am still forgiven.  It means that the law which I was freed from, I'm still free from. It means the abounding grace written about in the Bible is still for me.  It means that the perfect God who created me is still perfect and all His ways are still just.  It means that my failure doesn't change who I am to Him.  It means that however many hours, years, or days from now, this is all still true.
And I am thankful for that.

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