Fear Flees to Safe Arms

The eternal God is your refuge,
and His everlasting arms
are under you.”
(Deuteronomy 33:27a NLT)

A bunny runs for her life. The dog is gaining ground. So close his breath feels hot and his bark rings in her ears. My emotions entwine with the bunny’s. Heart-thumping, stomach-clenching, bone-piercing fear.

My husband was surfing channels just as I walked past. I stopped and stood like a statue, waiting to see what was going to happen. I love dogs, and they were my best friends as a child, but in this picture I did not see the dog as a friend. I could only see myself from the perspective of the bunny as fear pounded in my ears and tightened up my muscles.

Hurry, bunny! Run! Run! Relief flooded my veins as the bunny got to a hole where the dog couldn’t reach him. But the dog stuck its head in the hole and kept on barking fearlessly, ferociously, forcefully. Tension again, then “Whew!” He could only fit his head in. And yet he persisted, and I could almost feel the razor-sharp snap of his fangs.

Bats swinging from above screeched and flapped, adding frightening notes to the scene. The dog was unrestrained while the poor bunny shrunk tiny against the back of the hole. Just out of reach.

Then in a flash one bat swooped down and bit hard into the dog’s nose. Yelping in pain, the dog couldn’t get his head out fast enough.

Apparently this was a prelude to a movie. I don’t know for sure, because my husband surfed on. I don’t know why, but for some reason I identified with the bunny. Maybe because my emotions have been more raw lately. I suppose the ominous music in the background didn’t help.

I had to watch until the scene played out. I just had to root for the bunny’s safety. I just had to make certain he was out of danger. Okay, I know this is just a natural scene of everyday life, but it stirred up emotions in me.

When deep emotions get triggered, I have to process why. So I stop and think as I sort this out. I know I often over-analyze, but this dog reminded me of the evil of a perpetrator and the devil himself (though I hate to think of a dog as a devil). The hole was the grace of God holding him back, not letting him reach me.

I am the “bunny” running in fear from demons of the past, then scrambling for refuge in the arms of Jesus. I run in and the devil can no longer torment me. I cry out, “Jesus!” And the devil yelps and takes off with his tail between his legs.

The bats? Ok, maybe they were just angry from being disturbed. But I like to think they were protecting the helpless bunny.

Do you sometimes feel like this bunny? Flee to the wide open arms of Jesus. And you will be safe.

The devil is a liar and loves to hit us in the vulnerable spots, shooting his arrows of lies into our thoughts. God describes him as always lurking and prowling around us, roaring like a lion, ready to devour us  in a weak moment.

“Stay alert! Watch out for your great enemy, the devil. He prowls around like a roaring lion, looking for someone to devour.” (1 Peter 5:8)

But a comforting TRUTH is that Jesus has already conquered the devil. We are safe in His arms.

“The Lord also will be a refuge and a high tower for the oppressed, a refuge and a stronghold in times of trouble (high cost, destitution, and desperation).” (Psalm 9:9 AMP)

A Child's Trust


Soul Rest Sunday

Strength In the Darkness of the Soul


Are there times in your life when you feel completely worn out in body and soul? When you try to remember promises, but your memory just can’t grasp them? When your soul feels so parched, you can’t survive without a drink?

I was lying in the hospital with pneumonia. I felt so sick and weak and my brain would not function. I didn’t have the energy to read. I tried to remember one of God’s promises, but my brain didn’t cooperate. My soul was dry. I couldn’t live on without any Living Water.

Oh God, I feel so sick. May I just die? I can’t read. I can’t remember. I can’t go on this way. Please, please, please let me know You are here…

I closed my eyes and saw beneath my eyelids a silhouette of Jesus, black with a red background. How can this be possible? I opened and closed my eyes again. It was still there. That glorious image. God, is this really from You? 

Then His words seeped into my soul:

“So do not fear, for I am with you; do not be dismayed, for I am your God. I will strengthen you and help you; I will uphold you with My righteous right hand.” (Isaiah 41:10)

It was so hard to think though… Really, God? Are You with me? Are You really holding my hand?

And He repeated it several times over.

Like healing balm seeping into my soul.

Ah, I didn’t have to think.

He was thinking for me.

Thank You, God.

As my soul rested in His hands, I fell asleep.

Beautiful soul rest.

“The soul would have no rainbow
had the eyes no tears.”
~ John Vance Cheney

God Is Always Here

Oh My precious child

I hear you from the deepest, darkest pit.

Don’t be afraid.

Don’t be disheartened.

I am here, My child, even in the dark.

I am always here.

I will help you.

I will give you strength.

I will lift you up again.

I will uphold you

With my victorious right hand.

Fear not, My child.

Fear not.

My love never dies.

A Child's Trust

Dear Jesus, You know the hearts of each and every one of us. You know every situation. Right now, in this very moment. Nothing is hidden from You. Whoever is in soul distress, please show them You are always with them. Whisper Your words of love into their hearts. Apply Your healing balm into their souls. Give them to feel Your victorious right hand holding theirs. In Your Name, Amen!

Soul Rest Sunday