When the pain comes where are you? When fear envelops and the thought I might not find my way out swallows… How do I find you? Could it be as simple as closing my eye? Breathing in? One slow breath in, drawing in all the sovereignty that You are? The answer is yes.
I am born of the spirit. You live here in me. How could we ever be apart? You have given me a spirit of power, made me a conqueror. Promised to never forsake me. Promised to comfort me when I mourn, to heal my broken heart. How easily I forget.
How easily my eyes turn. Opened to the darkness. Will I ever learn that You are my shelter? My refuge? I simply need to call your Name…
God, are you there?
I am right here.
Whoever dwells in the shelter of the Most High will rest 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.