“You prepare a table for me in the presence of my enemies. You anoint my head with oil; my cup overflows” Psalm 23:5.
Sometimes I lose my way–allowing the trials and tribulations of today to rob me of my joy and peace. Oh Lord what a painful place to be! In my despair– I call out onto my King. With just a whisper, you calm all of my storms. You remind me of whose I am, I am yours–Chosen; Loved; Handpicked and Equipped.
Thank you Lord for the trials and tribulations that help me to feel you so close. If being in your presence comes through pain, the loss is worth the gain. That I may find favor in the sight of your eyes, is the prize for which I strive. And when once again the storms begin to brew within me—may I remember I am a Daughter of the King!