A story goes around about a contest for artists. Their challenge was to depict “peace” and the entries were mostly calm, pastoral scenes, blue skies and sunny days. The winner was not like that. It showed a ferocious storm lashing against a cliff. High in the cliff wall under an overhang rock and protected sat a mother bird on a nest protecting her young.
Such is God’s peace. We’ve been in a storm the past few weeks. The enemy is determined to ruin our lives, make us ineffective, and even destroy our young. But because of God’s peace, and thanks to many children of God who pray for us, we have been like that bird in the storm. Our protection from the onslaught was not an overhanging rock, but the Rock in whom we trust, and the overwhelming sense of His presence. Both ourselves and our young are safe. For this I am so grateful.
This is why Psalm 23 is so precious. One verse says, “You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies; You anoint my head with oil; my cup runs over.”
He does, He does and it does. We feast on the goodness of God—even when our enemy is messing with the very lives of our family members. We know His blessing and anointing grace, and the abundance of His care—even as challenges come in slashing waves.
At times life, becomes a terrible and threatening storm, but God is our Rock. He, not the enemy, controls those high winds. God Himself is even the eye of that storm—and He keeps us there in the middle of Him, in that place of perfect peace.
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