Safe

I walked along the sidewalk, minding my own business, careful not to intrude on her personal space. She skipped in the grass, swinging ponytail wrapped in a pink bow, unaware I existed. Her parents walked a few feet ahead of me, deep in conversation. They occasionally glanced back to make sure she hadn't strayed too far off the path. I closed in as she slowed, inspecting something on her feet. She glanced up, and saw me...a stranger... a potential threat. She snapped out of her innocent meandering and ran into the safe hands of her parents.

Thou wilt make known to me the path of life... (Psalm 16:11, NASB)

Sometimes I meander and wander off the path. There are absolutely times when I choose to step off the path and go my own way. Those are times of defiance. But sometimes, it's an unintentional wandering, and I don't realize the lurking dangers the enemy has prepared for me. Like the little girl knew where her parents were, I know where my Father is. I know He's watching my steps. And I know that sometimes He allows the meandering and wandering. More importantly, He allows wants me to run to the safety of His arms when I look up and realize I've put myself in danger. Even more amazing, there are times when He sweeps in like a superhero and rescues before I even have the chance to run to Him!

That's right - he rescues you from hidden traps, shields you from deadly hazards. His huge outstretched arms protect you - under them you're perfectly safe; his arms fend off all harm. (Psalm 91:3-4, The Message)