07 July 2010

The Word on Wednesday: For My Mother

He that dwelleth 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 will I trust. Surely He shall deliver thee from the snare of the fowler, and from the noisome pestilence. He shall cover thee with His feathers, and under His wings shalt thou trust: His truth shall be thy shield and buckler. Thou shalt not be afraid for the terror by night; nor for the arrow that flieth by day; Nor for the pestilence that walketh in darkness; nor for the destruction that wasteth at noonday. A thousand shall fall at thy side, and ten thousand at thy right hand; but is shall not come nigh thee. Only with thine eyes shalt thou behold and see the reward of the wicked.

Because thou hast made the LORD, which is my refuge, even the most High, thy habitation; There shall no evil befall thee, neither shall any plague come nigh thy dwelling. For He shall give His angels charge over thee, to keep thee in all thy ways. They shall bear thee up in their hands, lest thou dash thy foot against a stone. Thou shalt tread upon the lion and adder: the young lion and the dragon shalt thou trample under feet.

Because He hath set His love upon me, therefore will I deliver him: I will set him on high, because he hath known My name. He shall call upon me, and I will answer him: I will be with him in trouble; I will deliver him, and honour him. With long life will I satisfy him, and shew him My salvation.
Psalms 91 KJV

Our lives often mirror the seasons of the year.
Childhood being the spring of our lives;
Summer - our youth and early adulthood.
The middle years usher in the autumn
and the senior years, the winter.
Right now my mother is in the winter of her life--a time that is not always easy.
Just as in the real winter, storms may strike unexpectedly-without warning.
Paths may become more challenging; sometimes seemingly more then we can bear-
on our own.
Days may become grayer; the sunlight may even disappear behind dark clouds of pain and other physical challenges.
And yet--in this darkness --and even in the midst of the storm--God promises to be with us.
This Psalm is my mom's favorite--I post it today in her honor, and in honor of God who has, indeed, shown her His salvation.
Love you mom.
Blessings this day,
Photos: taken at a botanical garden, NW Oregon, during a recent trip.

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