God is our defense
“Truly my soul silently waits for God;
From Him comes my salvation.
He only is my rock and my salvation;
He is my defense;
I shall not be greatly moved.” (Psalm 62:1-2)
There are these days that feel like the rainy days of our lives, the ones where we seem to drown in the waves of sorrow or pain, rejection or despair — and the rain keeps on pouring, the weight of our pain or sorrow heavy on our hearts. The ache in our soul comes with an echo, every string of our heart tied to that pain and somewhere in the midst of drowning we wonder, if we are able to take more than this.
Many a time, our greatest sorrows seem only greater in the valley; those places where mountains are surrounding us and the enemy marches right behind us. Many a time, our pain looms greater over us in the midst of the night, our eyes unable to see anything beyond the darkness.
But right there, in the midst of the storm — see, beloved? That firm foundation beneath your feet, set your eyes on the rock that stands great in front of you; that unmovable, unshakeable rock. This is our God, our God who created the heavens and the earth. Our God who lead His people to that impossible place of facing a sea in front of them and an army behind them — so that He could show them that He makes a way where there is no way. He is our defense — our God who parted the Red Sea; who lead with a pillar of cloud and a pillar of fire; who walked the road of shame and pain to the Calvary just so that we could be with Him for eternity.
My soul follows close behind You;
Your right hand upholds me.” (Psalm 63:8)
I love these words of David, these trusting words spoken out of a broken and battered heart. These are the words spoken in the midst of wilderness, from a soul that has been fleeing for a long time with only God to trust for provision. David followed close to God, this idea of partnership and closeness to God, this soul following right after the footsteps of God in the darkness and no idea where to go.
But it is seen in those moments spent in the deep darkness of the night, those footsteps following blindly after God — that it was His right hand upholding us all along, holding our hand and strengthening us, looking out for us. We need but to turn to Him to see that He is right here, right next to us, His hand firmly holding ours and His love pouring healing grace on our wounds. If only we were to see that in everything, we can turn to our gracious God and our loving Savior. He is greater than any problems, any trials that we face. He is greater than any of our sorrows. He is greater than any of our pain. He is greater, always. And we are His.
“Be anxious for nothing, but in everything by prayer and supplication, with thanksgiving, let your requests be made known to God; and the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding, will guard your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus.” (Philippians 4:6-7)