Today’s post will be quick because I have people to talk to and coffee to drink! Quality time, amiright?!
I sometimes feel like God likes to leave me hanging. That He sees me floundering and is just like, ehh, whatever, she’ll be fine.
Like I’m struggling to grab hold of the side of the pool and He’s just letting me float and struggle while He sits on His beach towel eating all the popsicles.
But that is a total lie.
That is a completely false depiction of my God. An image that the enemy puts in my head when I am discouraged and in need of a Savior.
Then, I read:
The Lord is a stronghold for the oppressed, a stronghold in times of trouble. And those who know Your name put their trust in You, for You, O Lord, have not forsaken those who seek You. (v9-10)
That’s what my God is.
My God is a God that brings me in and protects me, covering me under His mighty hand fending off the enemy.
My God is a loving and merciful God, not a bully god that could care less whether I sink or swim.
He’s the one in the water with me making sure I make it safely to the ladder.
And then we eat popsicles together.