Where Do We Go, Where Do We Hide?

As a teenager, having a bad day at school meant lying my head in my mama’s lap when she got home from work. She would stroke my hair. I didn’t say much, only, “I had a bad day at school.” Her loving spirit comforted me. She always had the right words to offer.

I call myself a strong person, a leader, and a closer of problem situations. However, I can’t be strong all the time. Although The Lord is my Strength, He didn’t mean we couldn’t lean on each other when we’re tired.  Share each other’s burdens,…..Galations 6:2 (NLT)

In today’s world, a bad day at school would be the least of my worries. A bad day back then would be:

  • A terrible grade
  • My boyfriend didn’t come to school
  • A worse than bad hair day.

Now days, we pray a blood covering over our children and grandchildren as they go to school. Since God was told to leave the schools, He will not attend anymore; other than in the hearts of those who love Him. God is a gentleman and will not force Himself on anyone. So, now we have to watch on the news almost once a week, school shootings.

God has made me a strong person, given me leadership skills, and the ability to get to the heart of the matter and fix it, in a problem situation. When I lay my head down on my pillow at night thinking about the horrific things that could’ve happened today, but God saved me and my family and loved ones from, I become grateful and I feel loved.

My mama has gone to be with the Lord, as has my dad. When I think about it, I feel kind of scared, but the Holy Spirit leads me to the Word.

Where do we go and hide? Those who live in the shelter of the Most High will find rest in the shadow of the Almighty. Psalm 91:1



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