This is God
my God
The powerful force that created this world and all that is in it
This is who God is to me
This is how God exists around me:
as my strength – my strength is God
this rock underneath my feet, this fortress that surrounds me and protects me – that too is God
the act of deliverance is the very presence of God
all that provides respite and refuge is God
this shield that I carry into battle, my defensive protection, this is God
this weapon that I wield, my offensive tool, this is God
I call upon the Lord
I see all the ways that he shows up in my distress
He has provided me with all that I have by his very presence
I am filled with praise
I can trust in his salvation.
Staring into the face of death… It surrounds me completely. I am all tangled up in it. I can see how real it is and how strongly I wish not to die… so I cry out to God, I tell him where I am and I confess the nature of my predicament. I meditate on all that he is to me and just how entirely the enemy is trying to pull me down into his clutch; the very cords of death are growing up around my feet and even as I try to take a step out of this mess it is a step into a snare planted to confront me and then on top of all that treachery, I can hear the sound of the flood waters threatening to drown me in this place.
The Lord hears my detailed cry. He listens to all that I have to say and his response… his response is the most fierce rescue attempt ever assembled… a glorious display of his power, his heart, his being. He calls together all of the forces at his disposal; all his instruments of earth orchestrate this rescue.
The land beneath my feet and the mountains above me began to tremble and quake at the force of God’s anger against the work of the enemy.
All forms of fire appear; hot coals breathing fire which breath smoke.
A very thick and great darkness moves through space like a flying creature. The darkness grows heavy with water and begins to shoot forth hailstones and coals of fire; a thundering voice; lightening like an arrow
The earth is laid bare, broken to the core… and he reaches in and draws me out, up to a broad place, rescuing me from those things too mighty for me to confront.
The righteousness of Jesus that God seeks to reward and rescue. His ways. His path.
Nearness. Blameless. Guiltless. Washed clean. Righteous.
In his embrace, surrounded by his presence, this relationship, reflecting you, acting how we see you act.
Merciful
Anything other than this is torture.
When we are not paying attention we will trip and fall.
You light our way. You are the light in the dark. By your strength we run and leap.
This God is perfect. His word proves true. We take refuge in this. He is our shield.
With the Lord I become Strong. Secure. He trains. He supports. He is Great. Sure-footed. Persistent.
With the Lord I become like a Warrior. Equipped. Elevated.
With the Lord I can Destroy. I can Fight. I become Clean.
From head to toe – feet, hands, body – we become these things with the Lord.
Unmovable
Writing from Life, for Life. 