Psalms 3:3-5
3 But you, LORD, are a shield around me,
my glory, the One who lifts my head high.
4 I call out to the LORD,
and he answers me from his holy mountain.
5 I lie down and sleep;
I wake again, because the LORD sustains me.
I often have this picture in my head of me entering this huge thrown room. It is long and wide. The doors are very tall I seem so small as I crack them open and creep inside. I stare at the ground, my hands in my pockets, kicking at an invisible rock on the floor.
At other end of the long white corridor is an oversized white thrown. Sitting upon it is this oversized Zeus like being. Long white hair and beard. He is busy answering questions, signing documents and all the other important things he must attend to while running the universe.
I only stand there a moment before he looks up and sees me. Noticing my hurt expression, he dismisses everyone else.. I look up and catch his eye. Soon a bright smile fills his face and he opens his arms wide. I run as fast as I can and leap into his lap. He rocks me and cuddles me as I tell him all about my day.
I don’t know how you envision God, but this is my view. I desperately need that shield around me. I know I need my head lifted on high. This world tears me apart, but Abba is there to hear about this daughter’s day, dry her tears, dust her off and get her ready to face the bullies again!
Lord , Thank You for caring about my day. ~amen
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