On Psalm 91

Living in your shelter.

Resting in your shadow.

Trusting that you are my place of safety.

I breathe in your presence and run to the protection that your faithful promises offer me.

You alone are my refuge.

When will I believe it?

When will it settle deeply in my heart?

The terrors of the night and arrows of the day overwhelm me.

Instead of opening my eyes and calling out for help, I dread and fear and hide.

Forgive me, Father!

I am calling out to you now.

Answer me.

Be with me.

Rescue me.

Honor me.

Reward me.

Give me your salvation.

Thanks for heart-composting with me! I appreciate your words.

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