There is a picture of an angel on my wall. He's standing over the bed of a little boy and holds a flame in his hand. The verse comes to mind about the Lord encamped around His people.
And I wonder. Is He encamped around me tonight?
After the day I've had I want to think not. Yet my day should not dictate His promises. But the world seems like a dark and friendless place lately. Devoid of anything that is cheerful and good. The deep past rears it's ugly head and my wounds mock the goodness of God. My logic crys that it is not as it seems. My heart does not or cannot hear and withers inside my breast.
Oh when shall I behold the Face of God? When will my Beloved return to rescue me out of this pit?
As that angel keeps watch over a young boy, my heart longs to believe that Jesus posts a watch over me.....and a whisper comes....blessed are those who cannot see and yet believe....
Friday, June 30, 2006
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