A Warfare Anthology by Denbigh Cherry

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Last year, I came across a scripture that spoke to me in a very painful time in my life. It seemed a bit obscure. It was not the common topical scriptural antibiotic we apply to pain. It reminded me of a lesson I had learned about God many times during trials in this life. In 2 Chronicles 20:22, God instructs the Israelite forces to praise His name and He turned their opposing armies against each other. Then Israel just stood there staring at their corpses. When we praise God, He defeats our enemy. During a period of deep grief and turning the other cheek, God reminded us to focus on Him and allow Him to take care of the rest. We wrote the words to give those in great despair words to praise with when nothing would come. Revelation 12 tells us that we overcome by the blood of the Lamb and the word of our testimony. This is our testimony of God's goodness in grief.

God gave me a poem some time ago that was written by 19th century poet John Greenleaf Whittier. There is a line in it that my husband took and turned into a song, God is Good. Mr. Greenleaf Whittier would have never thought his words would sound like this.
"Yet, in the maddening maze of things, And tossed by storm and flood, To one fixed trust my spirit clings I know that God is good!" —John Greenleaf Whittier
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Pray with me that God will be glorified in this and my husband will be greatly encouraged in his calling.

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