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Romans 5:3-5

I’ve been meditating over Romans 5:3-5 over the last few months. Even in the midst of problems and trials God is so very faithful. Drew and I have seen God show up in big ways the last few weeks. And I would love to share with you how we have seen Him, so please ask if you are curious. Now, that doesn’t mean we haven’t felt anger, hurt, confusion and a mix of other emotions, but we have always been able to come back to these verses and know that good will come out of the hard stuff. We know how dearly God loves us. We know God will do big things with Bren’s life, even if it’s not what we expected.

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