God is Good, All the Time. All the time, God is Good.

Sometimes we just need to remind ourselves how faithful God is. Because He is. He is Faithful.

The things He has shared with us through His Word are not empty promises. His words can sustain us and uplift us even in our darkest moments.

The promises in His word are something to cherish. His faithfulness endures forever and despite our own failings He never fails.

Because there are days, and we know we all have them, that everything seems so horribly horribly wrong. Days when loss is overwhelming and sadness seems to have no end. And, in the moments of completely confusion and uncertainty we must lean on Him and trust that this too shall pass.

So, when your days are hard and seemingly unbearable praise the Lord for who He is, because even in the darkest most uncertain times, He is always worthy of praise.

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