When I was a little girl, my parents enrolled me in preschool. They thought the social aspect would be beneficial for me. I’ve always been quiet-natured and somewhat of an introvert, and even at the ripe old age of four, I knew that this specific attempt at socialization did not suit me. Daily I felt the acute torment of being there, and daily I shed tears.
One dark and rainy day in particular, I wept more than usual. So continuous were my tears that my parents were soon employed to come and relieve me of my torture.
I’ll never forget the moment I saw my father standing at the end of that long preschool hallway in his old green jacket covered with beads of rain. As I ran to him and clung to him, an overwhelming sense of relief and safety flooded my being. In that moment, he was strength itself; he was my protector.
In a much larger way, God, our Father (1 John 3), is our strength and protector. He is, “…our refuge and strength, an ever-present help in trouble.” Psalm 46:1He is, “…my rock, my fortress and my deliverer; …my rock, in whom I take refuge…” Psalm 18:2And His very heart toward his people is to, “…give up whole nations to save your life, because you are precious to me and because I love you…” Isaiah 43:4
Today, remember who you serve and who He is to you: God is your father, your protector, your strength and your refuge. He loves you more than you can comprehend.