Friday, April 11, 2014

my shade

Psalm 121
I lift up my eyes to the mountains—
    where does my help come from?
My help comes from the Lord,
    the Maker of heaven and earth.
He will not let your foot slip—
    he who watches over you will not slumber;
indeed, he who watches over Israel
    will neither slumber nor sleep.
The Lord watches over you—
    the Lord is your shade at your right hand;
the sun will not harm you by day,
    nor the moon by night.
The Lord will keep you from all harm—
    he will watch over your life;
the Lord will watch over your coming and going
    both now and forevermore.

I don't really take my eyes off of him as I sit at our back door, folding and sorting socks, while my little one sleeps in his make-shift tent.  How much more does my Father watch over me?

He indeed is my shade.  

1 comment:

lifeinthevillage said...

Absolutely precious. Seriously.