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I remembered today.

I was chatting with a friend when I recalled how God spoke to me.

God spoke to me while I was rocking away on the porch at Cracker Barrel.

Earlier that day, Bruce and I had decided to hit the road.  We meandered around town and spent lots of time laughing with each other and being silly.  At one point, he said something that reminded me of the lyrics of an old hymn, so I broke out into song.

Right there in the front seat of our Honda Pilot, I declared an impromptu silly hymn sing.  I put on my best twang accent and belted out the first verse and chorus to a few hymns.

I sang loud and proud and held nothing back.   The joy welled up inside and spilled out.

I ended my medley with a rousing version of “Victory in Jesus.”

A couple of hours and stops later, I spent a few sweet minutes rocking on the Cracker Barrel porch.   Right there as I faced the sunshine and let the breezy afternoon caress me, God smiled on me.

Somewhere in the middle of Brad Paisley and Clint Black, God decided to have the Cracker Barrel loudspeaker play His tune.

My heart grew warm as the twangy lyrics washed over me.

I HEARD AN OLD, OLD STORY
HOW A SAVIOR CAME FROM GLORY
HOW HE GAVE HIS LIFE ON CALVARY
TO SAVE SOMEONE LIKE ME

God reminded me that He sees me.  He is singing a victory song over my life.

Some days, I forget the victory is already won.   I feel defeated and overwhelmed.

The last three days have kicked me in the gut in the worst way, but today I’m humming a new tune.

I will keep trusting.  I will raise my voice and sing.  I will laugh deeply.  I will rejoice in my triumphant Savior.

Sweet victory is mine.

Something to think about…