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We awoke today, the dreaded day. We picked up our heads for a moment in time to see that the dreaded day held hope. As it played out, we went from dark valleys to mountain peaks back to valleys. Today alone I felt God’s hand one moment, then doubted His existence the next, then felt it, then felt doubt. But more than a feeling, I know whom I have believed, and am persuaded that He is able to keep that which I’ve committed unto Him against that day. Remembering my God, trumps doubt and fear. Remembering my God gives me hope. Like taking a picture of a sunrise on a dreaded day.