Thursday, June 2, 2016

Safe....

Safe.

For years I drove the Houston freeways to go to work.  In my twenties I drove from Houston to Illinois and didn't think anything about it.  I once drove from Miami, Fl. area to St. Louis, Mo. in a Volkswagon without a spare tire, and two kids.

That was when I was young.

Later, my job required me to drive 610 and I 59 from Deer Park to JFK Blvd by the Airport.  I opted to pay the $4 a day to go the beltway because there were people I knew along the way,  I lived by myself and the kids were several minutes away, so I knew if something happened, I would have a place to go.

I did't feel SAFE.

A few years ago, I retired.  I think the most overwhelming feeling of safety comes when it is storming at 6 am and I do NOT have to drive anywhere!  I know that whatever happens, I am not on the road in a vehicle that is subject to wind, rain, obstacles thrown from trucks, and everyday wear and tear.  I am safe.

Jesus Christ has made me feel safe for a long time.  I haven't always taken the opportunity to run to that safety place, (as in driving), but His presence has always been on 610 or Beltway8.  In fact, when I think about it, He has traveled many miles with me.

Psalm 4:8  In peace I will lie down and sleep, for you alone, Lord, make me dwell in safety.


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