I live in wide open spaces and hemmed in places.

I gambole in fields and stand behind shields.

I gracefully guard, often hide.

Then turn to You, arms, heart, me,

Wide.

I have 5 minutes to write on the word ‘WIDE’

But I find that other my few words above, Psalm 18 offers the words I want to say, enjoy them.

I love you, God—you make me strong.

God is bedrock under my feet, the castle in which I live, my rescuing knight.

My God—the high crag where I run for dear life, hiding behind the boulders, safe in the granite hideout.

A hostile world! I call to God, I cry to God to help me.

From his palace he hears my call; my cry brings me right into his presence— a private audience!

But me he caught—reached all the way from sky to sea; he pulled me out

Of that ocean of hate, that enemy chaos, the void in which I was drowning.

He stood me up on a wide-open field;

I stood there saved—surprised to be loved!

God made my life complete when I placed all the pieces before him.

When I got my act together, he gave me a fresh start.

Now I’m alert to God’s ways; I don’t take God for granted.

Every day I review the ways he works; I try not to miss a trick.

I feel put back together, and I’m watching my step.

God rewrote the text of my life when I opened the book of my heart to his eyes.

Suddenly, God, you floodlight my life; I’m blazing with glory, God’s glory!

What a God! His road stretches straight and smooth.

Have a great week,

Michelle xoxo

Photo Credits: icbymc – From our day away with God, Sept 2012.