I woke up this morning rejoicing at how wonderful and powerful, how generous and, well, just plain nice God is. Psalm 30 expressed what I was feeling exactly:
I will extol You, O Lord, for You have drawn me up
and not let my foes rejoice over me.
O Lord my God, I cried to You for help, and You have healed me.
O Lord, You have brought up my soul from Sheol;
You restored me to life from among those who go down to the grave.
Sing praises to the Lord, O you His saints,
and give thanks to His holy name.
You have turned for me my mourning into dancing;
You have loosed my sackcloth and clothed me with gladness,
that my whole being may sing Your praise and not be silent.
O Lord my God, I will give thanks to You for ever!
On this day last year, God drew near and graciously began a powerful healing process in me. I can’t thank Him enough for what He’s done for me. Jesus died for me, taking my sin, my punishment, my sicknesses, my sorrow. Jesus is my Hero!
If you haven’t read the exciting story of the amazing way He healed me, here it is.