This morning I read Psalm 18 and the verse that keeps coming back to me is "God is my shield." When I think of shields I think of being safe and protected. I imagine feeling brave if I were to go into battle with a shield. And yet now, I don't feel brave. I feel broken. And not broken for me, but for the ones I love. I wish I could fix things and make the pain and the fear go away. I know that God is my shield, and that has brought me comfort but I can't help but think if I was a stronger soldier that things would be different.
God is my shield... since worship this morning I have received encouragement from two amazing girls that are here. I don't know what I would do if they weren't here to encourage me. Thank you both.
God is my shield...He is bigger than any problem and He wants what's best for us. He is a shield that can't be broken, a shield that can't be dent. So take up you're shield and know that though the battle is tough, God is tougher.
Sometimes a knock is hard enough that it can be felt through a shield, giving only a bruise instead of a death blow.
ReplyDeleteSomething from a blog long ago...
"Ps. 51:17, 10 | 'The sacrifices of God are a broken spirit, a broken and contrite heart…create in me a pure heart, O God, and renew a steadfast spirit within me.'
I’ve realized that I needed God to break me so that I could see how much I needed His help; that though I plan my life out to a T, I can’t make it without God. I’ve been covering up all my weak spots with duct tape, claiming that what I can’t see can’t hurt me. God peeled off the duct tape, sanded my weak spots down, and put in some heavy duty God-glue. Every time I see the scars, I am reminded that this journey is not mine to govern. My sacrifice is “a broken spirit” and a sorry heart. His return on my offering is a new heart, one that is better and stronger than before."
Praying for you, Ms. Cassie.