There are times when I feel alone. Wandering lost and lonely in a world full of people. Just trying to keep it real here folks. Why? Maybe it’s because of self pity… a very dangerous thing in my book. We can always look at our imperfections and judge ourselves too harshly. I am probably chief among the trespassers here. I expect so much from myself, and yes, from those around me, that I sometimes lose the main thought. The perfection that I seek will be at the end of my journey. I am simply on the road to that end now. I am in the process of getting there. I am living, and becoming more with each new breath. I am more than I was yesterday, and so are you. God is growing you, me, to make a difference. In what? In the lives of the people around you. Will you do harm, or good? Will you love or hate? Will you condemn or lift up? If you belong to God, He has put the mystery in you, for you to share. Will you be afraid, or bold? Will you pity yourself, or stand in the power of The Lord King of hosts?

Isaiah 51: 15 and 16: “For I am the LORD your God, who stirs up the sea so that its waves roar— the LORD Almighty is his name. I have put my words in your mouth and covered you with the shadow of my hand— I who set the heavens in place, who laid the foundations of the earth, and who say to Zion, ‘You are my people.”

God has surrounded me with His intent, and purpose. The lesson is mine. Stand and prove. Be strong. The hand of God covers me. Fear has no place now.

Swim with me.


5 thoughts on “Surrounded

  1. Well, encouragement for spirit and refreshing renewal for my wayward soul, ha! Thank God that I am made perfect in HIS image!

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