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But you, O LORD, are a shield around me; you are my glory, the one who holds my head high. Psalm 3:3 NLT
When my head is lifted and gripped by God’s hands, troubles take on new meaning.
The pain was unlike anything I had ever experienced. I had heard my grandfather talk about his one-time experience with the flu—the intense aches and pains, so I began to wonder if that’s what I had contracted. My body ached from head to foot. Lifting my head from wherever it rested was almost more than I could muster the strength to do.
Whatever I had, I knew it needed to be diagnosed and treated by a doctor. What I had was something I’d never experienced before—but it wasn’t the flu. Strep throat was the culprit. How could a pain in the throat make my entire body ache as it was? I almost questioned the diagnosis but took the medicine and soon felt relief. Once more, I could lift my head with ease.
My life has been sprinkled with things that got me down or at least had the potential to. I expect more events in the future. Trials are parcel to life. God could remove or prevent them, but often he chooses to let me endure them. He allows me to hit walls—of my own making or someone else’s. Many of these walls I have no control over, but I worship and trust the One who does. He gives me strength to endure and overcome.
Having my head held by God’s hands brings comfort unlike I can experience anywhere else. Just as I’ve held up babies’ heads that couldn’t be held up by themselves, so God lifts mine and keeps it stable when everything around me is falling apart. His gentle touch reminds me everything will be okay. He gives me that drink of living water which quenches my parched and weary soul.
When life’s pains and struggles make you feel as if you can’t lift your head to face another day, trust God to lift your head with his gentle hands.
Prayer: Father, when the trials of life knock us down and parch our souls, lift our heads that we might face another day.