“Because you are my help, I sing in the shadow of your wings.”
Psalm 63:7
Dear Father,
I learn so much from little bitty kiddies. During a recent thunderstorm I got a visual of this verse. My little pre-schooler heard a sudden clap of thunder and scrambled into my arms. Once she realized she was safe she climbed down and began to play again. The storm outside continued to intensify but she was calm and cool as a cucumber. Every once in a while she would look up to make sure I was still in the room with her but other than that she busily played and sang her little made-up songs. She knew she was safe even though things outside were pretty threatening. I thought of my life with You. Dwelling so close to your side I am covered under the protection of some mighty big arms, arms big enough and strong enough to shield me or carry me through anything that comes my way. I can sing during the rage of the storm or the solitude of night because my Father has stretched out His arms and covered me. So why in the world do I worry? Maybe because sometimes I forget to look up and see that You are still in the room. Thank You for reminders that put it all back into perspective. Thank You for thunderstorms and little tykes that help redirect my thinking. In the shadow of Your powerful wings You shield me from troublesome winds, shade me from scorching heat, shove me when I need to fly, and shower me with affectionate love. You are still in the room so I sing.
Much love,
Penny
