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Wrestling with God



March 2016
This captured moment of my Grandpa is precious. You don't hear the story in this clip, but the difficult times his mother and he faced are far greater than I hope to ever know; however, I'm comforted to hear that my Great-Grandma wrestled with God. The comfort I feel is not just the normalization that comes with that statement, but the fact that when she asked, God assured her He was 'on her side'. I'm learning trials are meant to draw us TO Him not away. The trials that seem 'more than we can bear' often are just that... they are more than we can bear alone.  God uses them to give us the opportunity to walk alongside Him and experience his glory and power.

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