Even before there is a word on my tongue,
Behold, O Lord, You know it all.
You have enclosed me behind and before,
And laid Your hand upon me. – Psalm 139:4-5

You’re surrounded. Come out with your hands up. Resistance is futile. Oh, wait, now I’m mixing my genres. 😉

When we’re ill, when we’re hurting, when the grief becomes suffocating, sometimes we try so hard to surround ourselves with… well, whatever it makes us feel better to be surrounded by, right??

Some try to fill up their calendar and surround themselves with busyness and lists that make them feel productive. Some surround themselves with food (a personal favorite of mine), as if they can fill the hole in their soul by stuffing the one in their stomach. Some surround themselves, quite literally, with quilts and fluffy pillows and crawl into a room shrouded by darkness, as if they can crawl away from their reality. Sounds tempting, doesn’t it?

This scripture reminds me that when it all seems too much… ok when it all IS too much… that I don’t need to surround myself for comfort. God already knows it all, before the word “Help” is on my tongue. He already has me surrounded before my first cry for mercy.

He has enclosed me behind. Maybe to encourage me (see: prod) when I stay entrenched in my dark thoughts just a little too long. Maybe to be there to ensure a soft landing when I fall (notice I didn’t say “if”). He quite literally has my back. Soak in that a minute.

The God of the Universe has your back.

He has enclosed me from before. Maybe to shield me from those fiery darts my faith is too dry to quench at the moment. Maybe so He can turn to smile at me, or perhaps give a funny little jig that will have me giggling. He likes it when I giggle through my storms. Let that sink in.

The Lord of Lords has got you covered.

He has laid His hand upon me. Maybe to hide me as a mother gathers her chicks, keeping them safe and warm. Maybe to keep me from sprinting up and away from His presence when I’m still too weak to stand. Either way, the power of touch cannot be denied. Let that hit home.

The Merciful Savior feels you.

You’re surrounded. Come out with your hands up.

 

Heavenly Father, how can I begin to thank You for your care of all things that pertain to me? You are wonderful and I love You. In Jesus’ Name, Amen…

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Shelly