Welcome to Meandering Monday, where we take a trip back to an earlier post and enjoy it again.
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 wondered 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. Read more...
Tweetable: What lifts your head when you're down?