Psalm 146:5 “But joyful are those who have the God of Israel as their helper, whose hope is in the Lord their God.”
“Fallon, Grandma is getting a little forgetful. Are you going to be seven or eight?” This is a question I asked my youngest granddaughter. She looked at me with this look of concern. “Grandma,” she replied, “apparently you don’t know me as well as you should.” I had to laugh. Time is passing so quickly; I can’t keep up. I know this little girl pretty well. I love her to pieces. Yet there is someone who knows her better than I do. He watched her being formed in utter seclusion as she was being woven together. He infused some intelligence with a hint of sassiness into those genes. He also created her with an overabundance of funny bones. He loves her even more than I do. He created everything about her. He knows when she sits and stands. Her creator knows everything she is going to do. He knows everything she will say before she says it.
As I think of the world this little girl will grow up in, I am fearful for her. The evil one will be on the prowl to destroy her. What gives me hope? Psalm 139 tells me all I need to know. It gives me hope. He will go before her and follow her all the days of her life. He will place His hands of blessing on her head. She can never escape His presence. His hand will guide her, and His strength will support her. His thoughts about her are precious, and they cannot be numbered. He will also not be forgetful, unlike her grandma. He will always know the number of her days.
What hope that is for all of us! As I know my days are numbered, and I think of future generations, we can hold on to the promises of God’s Word. We can never escape His Spirit or His presence. When we go to Heaven, He will be there; in the grave, He will be there. Nothing can separate us from His love.
– Michele
