I lift up my eyes to the hills—
where does my help come from?
My help comes from the LORD,
the Maker of heaven and earth.
He will not let your foot slip—
he who watches over you will not slumber;
indeed, he who watches over Israel
will neither slumber nor sleep.
The LORD watches over you—
the LORD is your shade at your right hand;
the sun will not harm you by day,
nor the moon by night.
The LORD will keep you from all harm—
he will watch over your life;
the LORD will watch over your coming and
going both now and forevermore.
Isn't that beautiful? I think I've read this Psalm hundreds of times. God has such a special way of making things fresh and new. Hebrews 4:12 tells us: For the word of God is living and active. Sharper than any double-edged sword, it penetrates even to dividing soul and spirit, joints and marrow; it judges the thoughts and attitudes of the heart. As we allow God's word to penetrate and dwell in us....over and over again....God breathes new life into the passages we read. The meaning never changes....but the understanding becomes deeper. No other book has that power.
I have been reading the Psalms of Ascent in a study by Beth Moore entitled "Stepping Up". A friend of mine had the Cd's and I have been using them along with the book. The past two days I have been working and meditating on Psalm 121. I have been reminded of how God is my protector. The Maker of heaven and earth, and (as my book said this week) "owns the highways of both turfs". He sees what we don't. He knows what lies ahead around every corner...every decision....and He has already been there before me. He goes there with me. He follows behind me. He gives me shade. He protects me from things I cannot see. I must....I must be in His word so I can hear His voice and listen to his gentle nudging. He should lead me through this dance.
I received an email from my Mother today and I've included it below. It is so timely in my study of My Protector.
Legend of the Cherokee Indian
Do you know the legend of the Cherokee Indian youth's rite of passage?His father takes him into the forest, blindfolds him and leaves him alone.He is required to sit on a stump the whole night and not remove the blindfold until the rays of the morning sun shine through it. He cannot cry out for help to anyone.Once he survives the night, he is a MAN.He cannot tell the other boys of this experience because each lad must come into manhood on his own.The boy is naturally terrified. He can hear all kinds of noises. Wild beasts must surely be all around him. Maybe even some human might do him harm. The wind blew the grass and earth, and shook his stump, but he sat stoically, never removing the blindfold.It would be the only way he could become a man!Finally, after a horrific night, the sun appeared and he removed his blindfold.It was then that he discovered his father sitting on the stump next to him.He had been at watch the entire night, protecting his son from harm.We, too, are never alone. Even when we don't know it, our Heavenly Father is watching over us, sitting on the stump beside us.When trouble comes, all we have to do is reach out to Him.If you liked this story, pass it on. If not, perhaps you took off your blindfold before dawn.Moral of the Story:Just because you can't see God, doesn't mean He is not there. 'For we walk by faith, not by sight.