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 In the stress of life, we can find ourselves guilty of wishing our years away. This year had made us all wish things were different. But we are still blessed. 

Through a global pandemic, we have figured out ways to communicate and reach out to one another. This has made us pull our families a little closer and reminded us to treasure every moment we share. 


Those of us that have been fortunate enough to go to work have learned to savor the craziness of every day because we recognize how blessed we are to support our families financially.


Through tragic loss, we have pulled together as a community and church and realized that the church reaches beyond the walls of a building. For our family personally, the legacy of one man will live on as we continue to carry on with the work he began. 


We have been fearful, grief-stricken, angry, exasperated, and in all of it, we find ourselves still looking forward. Still rising up. Still standing.  Not in our own strength. We couldn’t possibly have gotten to this place on our own. But God...


Starting now, I challenge you to savor every good thing. Look for it. Find the rainbows in the storm, and remember God promises He will never leave us. He hasn’t failed me yet. 


I’m thankful for 2020. I’m grateful to learn more about how deeply God cares for us and for the moments I have felt His embrace like never before.  Here’s to seeing God continue to show up every day in 2021...


Happy new year!


“But the Lord stood with me and gave me strength...” (2 Timothy 4:17 NLT)


© Jill Cook, Unbroken & Undone Ministries. All rights reserved.


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