In You, oh God, I shall take refuge-You shall be the crevice that I seek shelter in in the midst of storm and gale and heat; I will flee like a bird to You, and to Your holy mountain, for the wicked men have fitted sharpened arrows to their bows, and they point them at my deepest heart, but Your Word says that their sharpened arrows are shot "in the dark at the upright in heart."
I know, Jesus, that You protect Your children, and I know that no matter what happens in this world, the hearts of the upright are always secure in the palm of Your hand. But Jesus, I'm scared. I feel as if everything around me only has to sniff to sense the fear brooding in me. I crave for absolution; I crave for release; I crave for this mess to be over, and yet it drags on and on and on until us, it's victims, are drained and dried-shriveled images of who we were. I know You work all things for good-I know Your Word is sure, but Jesus, "if the foundations are destroyed, what can the righteous do?" I know Your hand and arm are mighty, and I know Your love runs deep; I know You are the most faithful, and I know You are the truth. Help me to fathom your joy, Jesus. Help me to believe-to trust that You will meet all our needs. And thank You Jesus, for I know that You will.
"For I will satisfy the weary soul, and every languishing soul I will replenish.” Says the Lord, my salvation.
