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God is Good

One of my most favorite songs is by the Nashville Tribute Band, it goes like this:

"God is good! Yeah, God is good.
We've come so much farther than we thought we could,
Keep walking now.
God is good! Yeah, God is good.
One more mile behind us, yeah God is good."

This song is my anthem and my reality. I know God lives! He is my father, and my friend.
But recently I've gotten to thinking that I don't share that truth often enough.

From February 2013 to August 2014 I kept a blog of my experiences growing closer to God and telling the people of Gig Harbor, Washington and Rosario, Argentina about him as I traveled and preached as a missionary. It was such a fulfilling experience, and brought me so much joy to share my experiences with my family, friends, and strangers through my blog hermanamikayla.blogspot.com

While reflecting on that blogging experience, I felt hungry to keep sharing the reality of God's love and influence in my life. His watchcare and involvement in my life didn't begin on my mission nor end with it's completion. God is good to me, all the time.

Like my mission blog, my husband Kevin and I intend to keep this blog as an opportunity for us to share the guiding hand of God in our everyday lives. As you read we hope you'll recognize the hand of God in your life and feel of his love for you, too.

All our Love,
The Johnsons

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