Sometimes Life Doesn't Go The Way We Want

Yes, Friends. There is a book giveaway today!!

Montana.photo by Mary Vee

Sometime Life doesn't go the way we want.

Little pebbles tumble in the way and create road blocks.

Tires go flat, accidents happen, sickness strikes.

Still at these moments, God shows His lovingkindness by letting the sun rise, freshening the air, and letting the water flow.

We all know someone who has had something fall into their path. I think of a little girl at my church who was recovering from leukemia, but recently had a relapse. Our church family is very concerned about her.

I think of the people in the Philippines for their lose of life and damage from the typhoon.

You may know someone who can't find their smile at work today.

Let's reach out and bless those whose are working through issues.

Share a blessing with those in your community.

And praise God for His presence.

Please share a comfort verse in the comment section.

I will have a book give away this weekend, choosing from recent author books to give to one commenter. You may enter as often as you like on this post. We love seeing the Bible verses.

PLEASE REMEMBER you must be a follower of this website and U.S. only to enter (sorry-postage is too high otherwise)

I will give the winner a choice of five books to choose one from.

Michigan photo by Mary Vee

Blessings on all of you. And should you be experiencing a time of trial:

May the Lord bless you and keep you. The Lord lift His face to shine upon you and give you peace. Numbers 6:24-25

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