“When I said, ‘My foot is slipping,’ your unfailing lover, Lord, supported me. When anxiety was great within me, your consolation brought me joy.” Psalm 94:18-19
Dear Heavenly Father, I’ve often called to you from the quicksand of trouble and begged for relief and help. I recall so many times that you have come to my rescue. You sent someone to help me or console me. You gave me answers and cures and help from various places. You quieted my anxious heart with your promise to save. Here I am living thousands of years later than the psalmist and I feel what he is saying. You are there for your children. But I need this word because I can’t see you, hear you or touch you with my senses. It’s spiritual, deep in my soul. But there the word, restores my inner peace. You love being my God and Savior. I know one day you will send angels to gather me to yourself. My end here will be my beginning there with you. I cling to that promise in my most fearful moments. If it’s not too much to ask, please Lord, right before you take me to glory, let me see your angels that come for me so in that most epic moment I won’t be alone to face the leap over the canyon between earth to heaven. Amen.
God always delivers his people one way or another. He cannot abandon his own.