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So much change has happened in the last few months. So much is happening as far as how different my life is since June, and how different the world is as well. There is so much to be stressed out about as far as planning menus, budgeting, learning how to be Josh's wife, and on top of that there is this crazy economy, this crazy election, the crazy hurricane that we are still not recovered from, people losing jobs, businesses not doing well. Its hard not to be overwhelmed by all these things. I can't focus on these things or I will stay in a state of constant worry. So this is the song that my soul has been singing the last few days. May it warm your heart and soul as it has mine as I really begin to realize that our hope should not be in this life, but in the life to come, yet even in this life the God who makes sure the grass, lillies, and birds have all they need, is watching out for me as well.

He is jealous for me
Love's like a hurricane, I am a tree
Bending beneath the weight of His wind and mercy
When all of a sudden, I am unaware of these afflictions eclipsed by glory
and I realize just how beautiful You are and how great your affections are for me.
Oh, how He loves us so
Oh, how He loves us
How He loves us so.

Yeah, He loves us
Oh, how He loves us
Oh, how He loves us
Oh, how He loves.

So we are His portion and He is our prize,
Drawn to redemption by the grace in His eyes
If grace is an ocean we're all sinking
So heaven meets earth like a sloppy wet kiss and my heart turns violently inside of my chest
I don't have time to maintain these regrets when I think about the way

That he loves us,
Oh, how He loves us
Oh, how He loves us
Oh, how He loves

He loves us,
Oh, how He loves us
Oh, how He loves us
Oh, how He loves
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