I've been thinking about safety lately. I don't really know why, but it's been on my heart. A lot of things come to mind when I think about it: locking my doors at night, driving the speed limit, I think about my Grandpaw's job when he worked construction (safety consultant), and most important I think about the Lord's never-ending, secure, holding love for me. When I worry about safety it tends to be about the future (i.e. where are we going? will I still be safe?) or about things I can't control. And sometimes, I let my mind wander to what could happen. I think it's an issue of trust - trusting God to define what my safety means.
Last Saturday I was driving down 121 to meet some girls for lunch. LK was in the back seat, it was raining and people were driving way to fast and my mind started wandering....what would happen if one of those cars drove too close to me and lost control in the rain? What could happen if I lose control and spin out? ....(you get the picture). I started praying, trying to trust the Lord with the things I couldn't control. And out of that moment, the most unexpected, sweet little voice flitted in my head and in my heart, singing softly "And YOU are safe and YOU are safe and YOU are safe". As the chill bumps ran down my arms, I KNEW those sweet words and that sweet voice was the Lord comforting me, His beloved.
"Let the beloved of the LORD rest secure in him, for he shields him all day long, and the one the LORD loves rests between his shoulders." Deuteronomy 33:12
Hi! I'm Carrie! I like to drink Earl Grey Tea, watch Gilmore Girls, hang out with my man, read a good, suck-you-in fiction book, play with my babies, take long bubble baths, and learn about Jesus. Connect with me on Facebook for even more Wiley Adventures!