Lifter

"You, O Jehovah, are a shield around me; my glory, and the lifter of my head," Psalm 3:3.

Scoffers scoff saying, God won't save. God won't heal. But we know different, don't we? Remember when we felt no escape possible? When all seemed lost? Souls wracked in sorrow? Yes, we remember. In anguish we called out to the Lord, didn't we? And he sustained us, didn't he? He protected us, didn't he? Sleep deprived we cried out loud to God, didn't we? And he provided rest, didn't he? Remember how we couldn't even hold up our heads? But the Lord lifted them, didn't he? Oh, yes. We remember. And we will not fear ten thousand oppressors.

God's brightness shines through shadows to become our glory. Today, with a brother or sister, we remind each other of our God's gentle, and mighty, deeds to save. And, together, we give thanks.