Surrounded by strangers and enemies, fear pushes down the soul like a title wave. Fear coils like a python in instant reality. I grow weak swimming on the top of the ocean deep. I am standing alone in a war-prone region with people who do not look like or talk like me. If I am taken I would not be found. Would I ever again see those I love?
The day of trouble has arrived; the pain in unending night; uncertainty in a moment. Find refuge in the hope of the future. The Lord has my future. Is David speaking of the life after this one, the resurrection of the dead? Thought of the future brings safety into the present.
Jesus is the house of safety. Jesus is the tabernacle of shelter. Jesus is the rock I stand on high above enemies. My thoughts are clear. My emotions lighten the body’s load. He is the sigh of release. I take in his breath and breathe out fear. At his tabernacle, I have sacrificed fear and he has given me shouts of joy. I will sing and make music to the LORD.
I do not have to be afraid in the present because he is my future.
