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Psalm 91
He who dwells in the shelter of the Most High will abide in the shadow of the Almighty. I will say to the LORD, "My refuge and my fortress, my God in whom I trust!" For it is He who delivers you from the snare of the trapper and from the deadly pestilence. He will cover you with His pinions, and under His wings you may seek refuge. His faithfulness is a shield and bulwark. You will not be afraid of the terror by night, or of the arrow that flies by day; of the pestilence that stalks in the darkness, or of the destruction that lays waste at noon. A thousand may fall at your side and ten thousand at your right hand, but it shall not approach you. You will only look on with your eyes and see the recompense of the wicked. For you have made the LORD, my refuge, even the Most High, your dwelling place. No evil will befall you, nor will any plague come near your tent. For He will give His angels charge concerning you, to guard you in all your ways. They will bear you up in their hands, that you do not strike your foot against a stone. You will tread upon the lion and cobra, the young lion and the serpent you will trample down. "Because he has loved Me, therefore I will deliver him; I will set him securely on high, because he has known My name. He will call upon Me, and I will answer him; I will be with him in trouble, I will rescue Him and honor him. With a long life I will satisfy him, and let him see My salvation."

In my trusty NAS bible, the little subheading for Psalm 91 reads, "Security of the One Who Trusts in the LORD". In all honesty, I sometimes look at that subheading and think to myself, "Where in the world is my security? Why is that I find it so darn hard to trust the LORD?" Are you like me? Do you find security is more like a blanket and less like God's promises, stolen or swept away in the middle of the night? I suppose I ask these questions because I really want to know. When I read Psalm 91, I occasionally find myself butting my head up against the truths that the psalmist is proclaiming. More than occasionally, in all seriouesness.

But maybe that's what the psalmist faced, too. Maybe this Jewish guy felt frustration, felt the desperate need for something other than what he was just seeing and feeling around him. That's what I have to remind myself of a lot these days: life is more than what I'm seeing and feeling around me. Maybe...maybe this guy was a lot like me.

posted by Bolo | 4:46 PM
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