My Rock, my refuge and my Tower against the foe

This part of Psalm 61 was encouraging today.

Psalm 61 For the director of music. With stringed instruments. Of David.

1Hear my cry, O God; listen to my prayer.2From the ends of the earth I call to you, I call as my heart grows faint; lead me to the rock that is higher than I.3For you have been my refuge, a strong tower against the foe.

I had a rough day followed by a rough night. Even those I usually count on for help were not available. I made a choice before I went to bed. Every time I woke up last night, and it was many, I praised God for who is and for what he has done and is doing in my life. Things are better today, partly because God intervened in some things, but part of it is my attitude and my focus. Yesterday my focus was on me and what I needed, that still lingers but today I am also sharing my focus on what those around me need, and what they are going through and trying to give them help where I can.

My tendency last night was to think about my foe, but I kept seeing him with flesh and bones. (For our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the powers of this dark world and against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly realms. Ephesians 6:12) My foe does not have flesh and bones. He is wily and determined to make me fall. May Savior did have flesh and bone. He was born as a baby. He lived a perfect life, filled with miracles of healing and provision. And then He died to save me, then His father raised him back to life again and now he lives forever in glorified flesh and bones. I don’t know how that part works. I know that Jesus the Son, God the father and the Holy spirit are all watching and helping me. They are my refuge, they are my strong tower against my foe.

Author: Peterloeffelbein

I am a man. I am an older man. I am a husband and a dad and a grandpa. I am a disciple of Jesus. Because I am a disciple of Jesus much of what I write is about him, and I usually end what I write with a question, do you the reader know that Jesus loves you? He does. He loves us all but he loves you specifically. He loves me specifically. What will you do with that information today?