Over the past few months the Lord has been teaching me a lot about The protection of His children. I really like that word. Protect. It is a pretty manly, powerful, and attractive word. It takes my mind to Exodus 15 when the Lord is called a "Man of War." It makes me think of shooting guns and chopping wood. I am not sure why, and maybe it is best that you do not ask.
A few weeks ago I found myself restless and in a state of discontent, which is not usual of me. I then realized that I was not remembering the promises of the Lord. I was not remembering how he had cared for me in the past and I was not remembering his promise that nothing can separate me from his great love. This is where my bit of anxiousness came from.
Then he hit me with his grace like a ton of bricks. Christ has proved himself over and over to be a protector in my life. He protected me from the greatest, most horrific thing imaginable... the cross. He protected me from the cross by taking it for me. If he if faithful to protect me in such a big and amazing way, why would he not be faithful to protect me in the small things? If he loved me enough to take all wrath upon himself, why wouldn't he love me enough to provide for my daily needs.
For me as a woman I want my brothers around me to protect me; I love that God has put that desire in them. How wonderful it is to remember that the protection of others that is within us is because we are made in the image of God.
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