by: carole l. haines
“I love You, O Lord, my strength.”2 The Lord is my rock and my fortress and my deliverer, My God, my rock, in whom I take refuge; My shield and the horn of my salvation, my stronghold. 3 I call upon the Lord, who is worthy to be praised, And I am saved from my enemies. 4 The cords of death encompassed me, and the torrents of ungodliness terrified me. 5 The cords of Sheol surrounded me; the snares of death confronted me. 6 In my distress I called upon the Lord, and cried to my God for help; He heard my voice out of His temple, and my cry for help before Him came into His ears. Psalm 18 NASB
Ninety degree temperatures are beginning to smolder the gardens I have worked so hard on this Spring. I slipped out my front door at around 6 a.m. this morning to give my precious flowers a much needed drink. As I was showering these beauties, my eyes caught sight of something shivering in the grass. I put down the hose and went over to find a Beautiful Luna Moth shivering, shaking. Thankfully I had not watered this precious little creature, but I suspect one of my cats had captured it in the night. There was a large tear in one of its wings, and I could tell this precious little thing was in rough shape. I picked it up, placed it in a safe place, as my son grabbed our large dog carrier. He lined it with gentle leaves and one large branch to sit on. I put in a tiny water dish. I placed the little creature in the dog carries, knowing it would probably die, but at least it would die in peace. I marveled at the Beauty and grace of this intricately decorated Moth. This whole scene reminded me of how God gingerly cradles us when we are feeling so fragile. As the above Scripture says, when we call on God in our distress, and pray for help from heaven; He hears us. He answers us and comes and gives us Himself, His presence. Perhaps He doesn’t answer the way we’d like, but He cradles us, protects us, watches over us and brings us through. What a preciously tender and loving God we have. Let us Rest in His care.
Precious in the sight of the Lord is the death of His Godly Ones. (Psalm 116 NASB) What we suffer at times, can feel like a type of death, and God cradles us as He brings us through to the other side. Whether we live or die, His Presence is our greatest gift.