The LORD is my rock,
my fortress,
and my savior;
my God is my rock,
in whom I find
protection.
He is my shield,
the power that saves
me,
and my Place of
safety.
The last few weeks
have felt very, very full. There were so many small ups and downs in different
directions that I felt sort of emotionally motion sick. Dizzy. Desperately
wishing to just lie still away from the whizzing traffic and the careering
motion of my own life. Longing to arrive and no longer be in transit. But
through all my attempts to hide and escape and survive this onslaught of
mundane (and individually petty) weights and stresses, my Rock remained
faithful. He was my shield. Once again. Undeservedly again. He was the Power
that saved me. He was and is my Place of Safety. This post is a monument to his
Faithfulness and to his goodness made tangible in the moments that have made up
this month.
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