Safety

A reflection from Ann Pearce:

One Sunday morning when I was about four or five years old, I persuaded my parents to sit in the balcony for church service. This was a rare treat. I looked out over the heads of the congregation listening to the music that came up and greeted me. I may have even paid attention to the sermon perched up in the rafters, but who is to say?

After the service was over, everyone crowded down the narrow staircase, and my excitement turned to anxiety. All I could see were dresses, trousers and purses. I was being moved along with the crowd, and I began to cry. My father, a tall man, heard me, looked around and found me. He reached out and swung me up in his arms. I was safe in my father’s arms.

There are many times in my life that I feel lost and anxious, looking around for my heavenly Father and longing for the safety of His arms. He is always there, and I find comfort in the promise of Psalms 91:4 - “He shall cover you with His feathers, and under His wings you shall take refuge; His truth shall be your shield and buckler.”