Standing and swaying inside a corrugated-asbestos, hewn-poled, and chicken-wire-protected church building, I would observe the heart-felt worship. Joy exuding. Faces gazing upward. Dancing. Worship. Exuberant.

Horses or mules have to be curbed with bit and bridle. Without bit and bridle, they will not stay at your side. The trusting child is guided by the trustworthy eye of a loving father.

Leave it up to Americans, but we had subtly believed God’s will was some mysterious, seldom discovered pathway in life. God was hiding his will, and we had to seek it out.

Like a frightened child is drawn up onto the lap of a protective mother, the Lord draws us up to protect us from our foes.

In the face of loss, crying out “Glory!” is a powerful reminder that loss does not have the last word. God is on his throne and his voice thunders over the waters.

David stands in need of help, mercy, and he knows God will hear him. And David blesses God because he trusts the Lord’s ears and his response of aid, protection from the pit.

David only asked one thing of the Lord. He desired to dwell in God’s house, to gaze upon his beauty, and to inquire of God in his presence.

Everything we need for our walk with God is available in the book of God. Even pain and loss. Especially pain and loss.

It is wholly right to ask for him to rescue, deliver, and guard us. It is an act of faith to take refuge in the Lord.

The King of glory who is strong and mighty has come to buy back everything contained on the earth and everyone who lives in the world. ...Stand firm under the comforting protection of our King of glory.