And boom goes the dynamite.

My Refuge and My Fortress

1He who dwells in the shelter of the Most High

will abide in the shadow of the Almighty.

2I will say to the LORD, "My refuge and my fortress,

my God, in whom I trust."

3For he will deliver you from the snare of the fowler

and from the deadly pestilence.

4He will cover you with his pinions,

and under his wings you will find refuge;

his faithfulness is a shield and buckler.

5 You will not fear the terror of the night,

nor the arrow that flies by day,

6nor the pestilence that stalks in darkness,

nor the destruction that wastes at noonday.

7A thousand may fall at your side,

ten thousand at your right hand,

but it will not come near you.

8You will only look with your eyes

and see the recompense of the wicked.

9Because you have made the LORD your dwelling place—

the Most High, who is my refuge—

10 no evil shall be allowed to befall you,

no plague come near your tent.

11 For he will command his angels concerning you

to guard you in all your ways.

12On their hands they will bear you up,

lest you strike your foot against a stone.

13You will tread on the lion and the adder;

the young lion and the serpent you will trample underfoot.

14"Because he holds fast to me in love, I will deliver him;

I will protect him, because he knows my name.

15When he calls to me, I will answer him;

I will be with him in trouble;

I will rescue him and honor him.

16With long life I will satisfy him

and show him my salvation."

I wonder how many of us can read this and say that we understand it. Not from the perspective of "Oh yeah, my God can do that.", but from the perspective of "My Father does this for me over and over again. I know His arms. I feel His presence." I think we only see as much as we seek. If we don't search the depths, we'll never know how deep they go.

Scripture is God-breathed. We rationalize it into allegory. I think that is a horrible, horrible thing to do. I believe everything God promises happens...every day. Word for word. Just like He says it does. Light against darkness. Angels versus demons.

I am humbled often. I am human and I struggle because of it, but my faith is in a Father Who isn't human. He doesn't struggle with His identity (or with mine). He doesn't lose Himself in His own life. He doesn't wander or stray from His calling. And my faith rests in Him, not in myself.