by Darla Noble
The LORD is my rock, my fortress, and my deliverer; my God, my rock, in whom I take refuge; my shield, and the horn of my salvation, my high tower.
A missionary friend inadvertently ended up in a very dangerous part of the city she was visiting. Her host family had failed to tell her which areas of the city to avoid and which ones were safe. So for two weeks, she spent a good part of the day walking up and down the streets and sitting in cafés with radical anti-Christians, gang members, pimps, and foreign mafia members.
The day she left to return home, she casually mentioned the name of a café she’d been going to nearly every day, saying how much she was going to miss this particular kind of tea they had. It was at this point the host family realized they hadn’t warned her away from that area of the city. They couldn’t believe she hadn’t been harassed, hurt…or worse.
Even more surprising was the fact that when she got to the airport, one of the young couples she’d talked to a few times (they worked in a shop she’d been in) were there. They wanted to ask her for a Bible but were afraid to do it in their neighborhood.
God was the Rock, the Shield, and the High Tower for my friend. He kept her safe from all sorts of harm that could have easily come her way. He also kept her new friends safe, opening the doors to keeping their hearts and souls from Satan by bringing them the hope of salvation.
Be my Rock, my Strength, my Refuge.
Deliver me from sin and from my own prideful self.
In the Name of Jesus, I pray, Amen.