My God.

"He who dwells in the secret place of the Most High
Shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty.
I will say of the Lord, "He is my refuge and my fortress;
My God, in Him I will trust."

Surely He shall deliver you from the snare of the fowler
And from the perilous pestilence.
He shall cover you with His feathers,
And under His wings you shall take refuge;
His truth shall be you shield and buckler.
You shall not be afraid of the terror by night,
Nor of the arrow that flies by day,
Nor of the pestilence that walks in darkness,
Nor of the destruction that lays waste at
noonday.

A thousand may fall at your side,
And ten thousand at your right hand;
But it shall not come near you.
Only with your eyes shall you look,
And see the reward of the wicked.

Because you have made the Lord, who is my
refuge,
Even the Most High, your dwelling;
No evil shall befall you,
Nor shall any plague come near your dwelling;
For He shall give His angels charge over you,
To keep you in all your ways.
In their hands they shall bear you up,
Lest you dash your foot against a stone.
You shall tread upon the lion and the cobra,
The young lion and the serpent you shall
trample underfoot."



In the midst of darkness...I reached for faith. Everything is crumbling; everything I have built. I had been betrayed by my own blood, and left alone to gasp for air in a very deep and unrelenting pool.

I spoke out loud to my God. I asked Him to talk to me. I pleaded for His help earnestly and sincerely.  I held my Bible, as it's tangibility provided further assurance, and allowed my heart to lead my hands through the pages. What I found was uncanny. I read this, and found my comfort, and my God's voice, in this volatile world. Had I mentioned The Bible first, in this post, would you have given these verses a chance?

Unbeknownst to me and at the same time, my sister was several miles away praying with her best friend that I would find comfort. She wept when I later read this to her and told her how her prayer had simultaneously been answered by my finding, Psalm 91: 1-13.

It is through events like this that I know my God exists. And, that He loves me.

Everything is going to be okay.