Psalm 91

"He who dwells in the shelter of the Most High

will abide in the shadow of the Almighty.

I will say of the Lord, 'He is my refuge and my fortress,

my God, in whom I trust.'

Surely He will save you from the fowler's snare

and from the deadly pestilence.

He will cover you with His feathers,

and under His wings you will find refuge;

His faithfulness will be your shield and rampart.

You will not fear the terror of night,

nor the arrow that flies by day,

nor the pestilence that stalks in the darkness,

nor the plague that destroys at midday.

A thousand may fall at your side,

ten thousand at your right hand,

but it will not come near you.

You will only observe with your eyes

and see the punishment of the wicked.

If you make the Most High your dwelling--

even the Lord, who is my refuge--

then no harm will befall you,

no disaster will come near your tent.

For he will command His angels concerning you

to guard you in all your ways;

they will lift you up in thier hands,

so that you will not strike your foot against a stone.

You will tread upon the lion and the cobra;

you will trample the great lion and the serpent.

'Because he loves me,' says the Lord, 'I will rescue him;

I will protect him, for he acknowledges my name.

He will call upon me, and I will answer him;

I will be with him in trouble,

I will deliver him and honor him.,

With long life will I satisfy him

and show him my salvation."

one of my favorite psalms. indeed, when the Lord is my strong tower there is nothing to fear, nothing to worry about, no need to wonder about the unknown. For He is good. He holds everything in the palms of His mighty hands. Even if I don't always understand why pain, sorrow and sickness happen when they do; I will rest in Him. For He knows and it's all a part of the tapestry He's forming. Sometimes it feels hard to be down here on earth. Because all we see is the bottom of the tapestry, seemingly threads of tangled chaos. But viewed from above it is a beautiful picture of His glory. I can't wait to get to heaven and see how my life is woven into this grand story of remdemtion.
To be home. To be done with battles, through with sin; and to see my King and Savior. What a wonderful thought. Oh, what a gloroius day that will be, when "the dream is ended, the night is over..."

~soaring on wings of grace,
dams