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I'm ready to plant a garden.

Sounds funny, I know, talking about planting in November. Everybody knows this is the harvest season.

But when so much is taken away, what do you do?

Grieve? For a season, yes, but not forever.

There's still some growing to do.

Some soil to turn over and fertilize.

One plants.

The other waters.

God provides the increase.

I believe it works. I've seen it work.

So today, I'm planting... planting in the fertile soil of gratitude.

God, we are grateful you are a God we can trust.

Grateful you speak to us and for us.

Thankful you slow us down long enough to whisper your peace in our ears.

We appreciate how what seems to be so little is ever-flowing in your hands.

We honor your sovereignty.

We celebrate your divinity.

How wonderful that we don't have to try and be God. You already are.

You are the God of Our Salvation.

By awesome deeds in righteousness You will answer us, O God of our salvation, You who are the confidence of all the ends of the earth, And of the far-off seas; ~Psalms 65:5 (New King James Version)

You are the God of Our Past, Present, and Future. You're everywhere, all the time.

You are more than we could ask for. More than we will ever need.

The Balm in Gilead.

The Peace at Gilgal.