The other day my 11-year-old and I were reading about Job, and when we got to the part where Job's children all got killed, I started crying. A lot of my tearfulness was about fear. I've had so many nightmares where one of my girls is dangling from a dangerous height, and I'm trying to figure out how to rescue her. No one has ever died in my dreams, but no one has been rescued either. Maybe God is trying to tell me that I can't protect my children from everything, and I'll have to trust Him for that.
In my journal I wrote these verses from Psalm 91:
Because you have made the Lord, who is my refuge, even the Most High, your dwelling place, 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....
He shall call upon Me, and I will answer him; I will be with him in trouble; I will deliver him and honor him. With long life I will satisfy him and show him My salvation.
Psalm 91:9-11, 15
Thank You Lord.
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