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Blessings of a cold and rainy day. .....How big is your God?

The day started with strong storms....I waited to go out and milk  between rains....and of course the girls just wanted to settle down in hutches and not be milked....after chores ...I settled into working on a rug and listening to a some good preaching.....love these kinda days...well about noon I was contacted about a local dairy that needed to empty a tank of milk....nothing wrong with it,  no antibiotics, just had the tempt drop to much....boy was I excited....for myself, said a prayer for the dairyman...my day turned around fast...this milk is perfect for butter and cheese....then our local butcher called and said our beef is ready....so many blessings in one day.....kinda reminds me of a time when my boys/men were small......I overheard a conversation going on in the back seat as I was going to town....my youngest was about 3 and his older brother was around 5....the younger asked in his so innocent way" How big do you think God is....the 5 year old was quiet a little and said he is sooo big...and kinda looked around  like he was looking for something..then spotting a basketball,  he said why he is so big he can put this ball right in his mouth...the younger ones eye got big and he quietly said"That is big"....seemed satisfied and the conversation moved on.....I got to thinking about that and asked myself..... (after quietly chuckling)...How big is my God....is he big enough to take care of my loved ones....is he big enough to trust with my dreams?....yes I believe my God the maker of heaven and earth,,, is so big that he hears every whispered prayer and catches every tear that I shed...he carries me thru every valley and on every mountaintop top...How big is your God

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