Fifty years from now, I'm sure someone will ask me what the Great Depression of the early 21st century was like. And fifty years from now will I know what to say?
I hope I say that:
God was faithful. When I was sure that it was over and all had sunk and I couldn't survive another minute, God was faithful.
God was my provider. When I had nothing and no means of changing that, God always came through.
God was my friend. When I had no one and was lonelier than Jonah in the whale's belly, God held me and carried me through.
I hope that fifty years from now I remember just how good God was and will continue to be.
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