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Faithfulness, Part 3- Osame

The next count of God's faithfulness comes from my friend, Osame. I met Osame while in college and were part of a small group together in which we started out each week by playing the game "Big Booty."  Don't know the game?  Don't ask. Either way- I got to know her more through that small group- but really began to connect with her when myself and 4 other girls began to meet up for a more connected/purposeful time of accountability and prayer. 7 years later, this girl is still one that I know I can call any time of day or night if I need something. Her heart for me is huge- but her heart for Jesus is even bigger. The past 5 years I've been able to witness her steadfastness to the Lord in a job/school transition that seemed insane. The whole time- trusting that God would come through. Trusting His heart for her was good. Here's her. She makes me want to Trust Him more and remain Faithful to His Word.


God's faithfulness in my life has never ceased to amaze me!  He has taught me how to wait on Him to perfect even the minor things.  I've learned that in the midst of the rain He is a shelter.  After five years of an unsatisfying career, I now have my "dream job" where each day is a new challenge and opportunity to lean on Him.  My Father has good things in store, but better than the blessing, I have been reassured of how much He really desires to bless me and use me to impact hurting people.  Trust God....even when you have to wait for the promise. :)
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