Lifting up my eyes, I see the very tall trees lifting their branches toward the light. I think of God, creator of all earth’s beauty. The stronger trees graze the sky while the smaller ones such as the dogwoods are sheltered beneath. Then I realize that I am like the smaller trees because I walk in the grace and protection of my Lord Jesus. He loves me and when I stumble, I will not fall headlong to destruction. It is as though I am under the shadow of his wings, covered in the cleft of the rock. Dear Jesus, I give to you my love and adoration out of the wealth of love you shower into my life every day.
Psalm 91:2 NIV - I will say of the Lord, “He is my refuge and my fortress, my God, in whom I trust.”
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