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The Art of Being Protected

Sometimes feeling like you have nothing to fear, I’ve found, can be bad, because the reason you’re not fearing could be because you feel in control, and sometimes you can feel in control based on your own strength rather than God’s.

On land, in many situations, I feel safe because I haven’t been in many situations on land where I’ve felt threatened. (I have had several big moments, but each has been prayed through, so I no longer live under the effects that I once was from them.) But I’ve never been bitten by a snake or spider, so when I walk along a path in the bush, I don’t feel fearful. This is me being ‘fearless’ because I feel in control of the situation.

I was reading Psalm 91 today, one of my favourite chapters in the whole Bible, and because it’s in the Bible I know it to be true when it says God commands his angels concerning me to guard me in all my ways. This legit means in all my ways. This was somewhat of a revelation. It goes on to say that angels keep us from falling, they protect us from harm. Well, damn. I never really thought about it, but now it’s like thank you God and your angels for all the times I could have seriously, seriously injured myself, but I didn’t because you, God, made sure I had angelic beings surrounding me, keeping me from falling.

This is a ‘me’ revelation, so if this information isn’t hitting you right in the heart, that’s okay. It’s hitting me in the heart because God’s been speaking to me about it lately, and about why I feel in control and why I fear.

I’m thinking back to all the times where I have injured myself, but I haven’t had to go to hospital. The times when I have fallen or hurt myself badly. God kept me from death. My mind is actually blown right now, this revelation is so fresh in me. And I’m so glad it’s been put on my heart.

I’m not sure if you know where I’m coming from or if this post got across the point I was trying to make, but I’m posting it anyway because it’s been such a massive thing in my life.

Until tomorrow,

Sarah xx


Psalm 91 (The Message Bible)

You who sit down in the High God’s presence,
spend the night in Shaddai’s shadow,
Say this: “God, you’re my refuge.
I trust in you and I’m safe!”
That’s right—he rescues you from hidden traps,
shields you from deadly hazards.
His huge outstretched arms protect you—
under them you’re perfectly safe;
his arms fend off all harm.
Fear nothing—not wild wolves in the night,
not flying arrows in the day,
Not disease that prowls through the darkness,
not disaster that erupts at high noon.
Even though others succumb all around,
drop like flies right and left,
no harm will even graze you.
You’ll stand untouched, watch it all from a distance,
watch the wicked turn into corpses.
Yes, because God’s your refuge,
the High God your very own home,
Evil can’t get close to you,
harm can’t get through the door.
He ordered his angels
to guard you wherever you go.
If you stumble, they’ll catch you;
their job is to keep you from falling.
You’ll walk unharmed among lions and snakes,
and kick young lions and serpents from the path.

“If you’ll hold on to me for dear life,” says God,
“I’ll get you out of any trouble.
I’ll give you the best of care
if you’ll only get to know and trust me.
Call me and I’ll answer, be at your side in bad times;
I’ll rescue you, then throw you a party.
I’ll give you a long life,
give you a long drink of salvation!”

2 thoughts on “The Art of Being Protected

  1. I really resonate with that opening paragraph. I think it’s taken me a few years to figure out that it’s not always a bad thing to feel overwhelmed or like a fish out of water – Or like I’m not in control. sometimes that’s exactly where God wants us because otherwise we wouldn’t learn to trust him.

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