“God makes her secure forever.” (Psalm 48:18)
My mom drilled security into my mind at an early age. “April Dawn I want you to go to college and get a good job so that you don’t have to rely on a man.” Mom is not an ultra feminist, but a realist. My parents are Baby Boomers whose parents survived the Great Depression by grit and grace. Along with Grandma’s quilts and dishes, my sister and I inherited their desperate need for security.
Mom’s mantra to “go to college, get a good job, so I don’t have to rely on a man” is based on the 1980’s recession. Like thousands
Matching my love of people and science to mom’s advice, I chose Pharmacist as my career. Fourteen years later, I would be forced to step away from that career (temporarily, I pray) due to health issues. We are thankful to rely on my husband’s income and insurance.
Today, the CWA union went on strike.
In case, you missed that. I am not working and my husband is on strike.
This is not a drill.
I did not expect this series of events, but I am not terrified either. I am firmly secure, anchored to a thrice-Holy God.
What did I do when we discovered my beloved was on strike today? I poured two cups of liquid mercy, one for him and one for me. Then, I pulled my little red chair up to God’s throne. Touching knees with the Almighty, He reassured me with these Scriptures:
“You will be secure, because there is hope; you will look about you and take your rest in safety.” (Job 11:18)
“Let the beloved of the Lord rest secure in him, for he shields him all day long, and the one the Lord loves rests between his shoulders.” (Deuteronomy 33:12)
“It is God who arms me with strength and keeps my way secure. (2 Samuel 22:33, Psalm 18:32)
“Lord, you alone are my portion and my cup; you make my lot secure.” (Psalm 16:5)
“Therefore my heart is glad and my tongue rejoices; my body also will rest secure.” (Psalm 16:9)
“God makes her secure forever.” (Psalm 48:18)
Mom was partially correct. It is important to obtain a good job. However, it is more important to have a secure relationship in Christ. A mature faith is required to carry you when the storms of life crash your little boat. I rely heavily on the one man to whom anchors my faith, Jesus Christ.
Friend, is the earth beneath your feet giving way? Are the waves crashing in you boat? God makes you secure forever. Resting in the promise of Psalm 48:18 ushers in peace, and “it is well with my soul.”
~April Dawn White
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