Kate said, “REPEAT.”
The word prompts have been perfect in recent weeks – fitting right in with the scheme of things in our immediate world. Hubs and I are repeating a trip we made in 1983. But this time rather than a tent we are traveling with our brand new Casita Travel Trailer.
I’m sitting up in a warm comfy bed, a sleeping bag over me, a cuppa good coffee in a MAGNOLIA mug – coffee, which hubs made on one of the three gas burners in the kitchen area. Oh yes, a repeat of campfire coffee but oh so much better – 35 years later.
God is a God of repeat. How, you ask? Because He never changes. He is the same yesterday, today and forever. He repeats HIS GOODNESS, HIS MERCY, HIS GRACE over and over and over again.
And, instead of sounding like a broken record on REPEAT, He just keeps on.
Providing for us.
Watching over us.
He is our repeating good, good Father.
And now, not to sound like a broken record on REPEAT, I will once again say,
“I am ever so grateful to Him and for Him. And, you know what? He will never tire of hearing me repeat that!”