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#5 Yahweh-Yireh

Our very first morning in town, we had breakfast at The Pop Stand, where the Lord provided us with free smiley face  pancakes as a warm welcome from Manager Matthew.

Later that day, as we were exploring Livingston, the Lord blessed us again when Barista Chip refused payment for our coffee drinks to welcome us to town.

When we returned home, our neighbor Cody and his loyal dog Buddy came by to welcome us to town with some homemade cupcakes that didn't last very long! (There were more, but we ate them!)

On Christmas, the Lord provided us with a free Christmas lunch with some of our new neighbors in Livingston where we met Mark who introduced us to Martha and Stew who invited us to their church. There were fliers that said, "Yes, this is a free lunch for you, but someone had to pay for it." and then brought it right back to the gospel: "Forgiveness is free for you, but Christ paid for it with His blood."

The Lord provided yet another unexpected and delicious free meal from Buffalo Wild Wings Manager Jeremy.

We met Jolene at church on New Year's Eve and she invited us to have some homemade elk soup. My first time eating elk! Delicious!

Our neighbor Annemari sent Evie home with a plateful of cookies and a loaf of yummy pumpkin bread that provided breakfast for us for two days.

So Abraham called the name of that place, "The LORD will provide"; as it is said to this day, "On the mount of the LORD it shall be provided."  Genesis 22:14
#1 - Going West
#2 - In You, O LORD, I have taken refuge
#3 - Take delight in the LORD and He will give you the desires of your heart
#4 - Let The Journey Begin
#5 - Yahweh-Yireh
#6 - for the love of money... and coffee.
#7 - Testing God
#8 - Billings, MT
#9 - who needs furniture?
#10 - The floodgates of heaven thrown open
#11 - Hardwood Floors, Terrible Neighbors, and God





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