He who 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 snair 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. You will not fear the terror of night, nor the arrow that flies by day, nor the pestilence that stalks in the darkness, nor the plague that destroys at midday. A thousand may fall at your side, ten thousand at your right hand but it will not come near you. You will only observe with your eyes and see the punishment of the wicked. If you make the Most High your dwelling— even the LORD, who is my refuge- then no harm will befall you, no disaster will come near your tent. For he will command his angels concerning you to guard you in all your ways; they will lift you up in their hands, so that you will not strike your foot against a stone. You will tread upon the lion and the cobra; you will trample the great lion and the serpent. "Because he loves me," says the LORD, "I will rescue him; I will protect him, for he acknowledges my name. He will call upon me, and I will answer him; I will be with him in trouble, I will deliver him and honor him. With long life will I satisfy him and show him my salvation."
Tangling With The Past
I could smell his cologne in my bedroom, as we walked through with the police. We had only been gone about 15 minutes and when we returned, he was bolting out the door. No one got hurt and nothing was taken. But he unlocked the windows like he was planning to return. It's a precarious thing to lay restless at night, wondering if tonight is the night. To listen to each creak of the floor when Mr. Blessing is out of the house. But I will not give in. I will not let my children give in. In fact, they were at grandma's when it happened and we haven't told them. Why spread fear?
I have struggled with this post, not having the words... and wondering if my ex-husband will find a way to misuse the information. Funny how one new fright can get all tangled up with the old. I know myself well enough to know that I have to capture those thoughts before they run a-muk. So I'm choosing to see this as an opportunity to rejoice. Praising God that my home is not only an old farmhouse. My home is also in Christ.
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