They creep away. I see them. Slowly.
Fleeting from the one comforting. From shell, hardness of self. Like us. Once bound in. Not fed in. Darkened from the world in.
Warmth. Love. Cracking captives protecting.
Yet, now only running….eager to flee.
They tempt fate…little by little. Trying to escape….get away…from the one who set them free.
And I see in them.
My selfish state. My nature. My ways. To leave the one who nurtured me. Gave. Relieved me from dark tombs of denial.
Yet, all the while…
I read.
Trust = chasah. Meaning…To make someone a refuge. A place defenseless birds go.
And I wonder. Do I feel defenseless? Do I know? I am dependent on my Savior.
Or do I wait…when trials come. When coyotes prance around and I feel scared, or insecure, or afraid THEN I go…underneath His wing.
Lord, deliver me from self. And self-re
liance. And keep me…in that place of clinging. That place of hiding…underneath….the shadow of your wing. Where healing is.
A place where I can’t see…any sunlight apart from the filter of your wing.
Where it is warm.
And safe.
And your are my vindication.
My strength.
My refuge.
A place where I know without a doubt….I have no hope apart from you.
Hidden. Tucked away. Safe.
In the secret place…
The shadow of your wing.
“He will cover you with his feathers. He will shelter you with his wings. His faithful promises are your armor and protection.” ~ Psalms 91:4
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Beautiful, Jen. So comforting. That verse is precious. Sometimes I forget that I am loved like a child. And that the Lord is always looking to protect me. Sure, life throws some mighty arrows my way sometimes. But through it all, I am always eternally safe and secure in His hands.
GOD BLESS!
I’ll meet you under His wing, dear friend.
Our daughters have moved away from the safety of their mother’s arms and are loose in the world now, but always have the refuge of Abba’s strong arms, whenever they have a need.
xx
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Thank you, Jen, for sharing and for the link-up. I love that verse. Often we feel like frightened children, but the truth is that we are covered by Him in so many ways. Blessings to you and yours.
I think this is one of my favorite Psalms. It is soul savoring and freedom filling, of course, isn’t that a good summary of the power of His Word over us. I love your heart here, the heart of a seeker longing for the maker of her soul. Beautiful!
Blessings,
Dawn