I knew the minute I heard the phrase that I would have to write about it. It was one of those "light bulb" moments. Time stood still, my brain activated, and away I went--thoughts running at full throttle.
Our pastor was reliving a moment when he and his wife were walking their dogs in the hot desert sun. They were worried about them becoming overheated, and she remarked, "I wish we could teach them to walk in our shadow."
Immediately, God whispered in my ear--" Are you walking in my shadow? I don't think I heard a word after that--not really. Because all I could do was pray and ask God to reveal to me just how I should, would, and could walk in His shadow. I sat there praying, asking Him to please help me to walk in the shadow of God Almighty. I was completely overwhelmed as I began to realize what that concept entailed.
For me, it meant protection. And as I thought about the word protection, well, just look at what it means--He is my defense, my security, my shield, my preservation, my conservation, my safe keeper, my safeguard, my sanctuary, my shelter, my refuge, my immunity, my insurance, my indemnity. I could go on. Believe me, I could go on.
There have been more times in my life than I could ever count where I have leaned on and depended on my God for all those things. If I did not have the relationship with Him that I do, I wonder: would I even recognize Him as He protects me each and every day? Would I even see Him? In all my years of serving Him--have I learned to walk His shadow?
So this is my prayer today, that I learn to walk in the shadow of the Most High God. That I see Him and feel Him working all around me, in every aspect of my life. And mostly, that I stay within the perimeters of His shadow.
Thursday, September 25, 2014
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