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PSALM 91 - Psalm of Protection 1 feb 2020
Millet loves psalm 91. She knows it by heart. Her mother died with a "Salmo 91" handkerchief in her hands, in the presence of Millet.
Living in the Protection of God
Perhaps I can only trust in a God who can trust me. If I am afraid for a God whom I disappoint willingly, I will feel ashamed. I may want to hide myself for God, being afraid for punishment. I will be unable to seek refuge in the shadow of my God.
Fortunately our God is a loving Father who has mercy on us as soon as we return to him.
Psalm 91
1 You who live in the secret place of Elyon,
spend your nights in the shelter of Shaddai,
2 saying to Yahweh,
'My refuge, my fortress, my God in whom I trust!'
3 He rescues you from the snare of the fowler set on destruction;
4 he covers you with his pinions, you find shelter under his wings.
His constancy is shield and protection.
5 You need not fear the terrors of night,
the arrow that flies in the daytime,
6 the plague that stalks in the darkness,
the scourge that wreaks havoc at high noon.
7 Though a thousand fall at your side,
ten thousand at your right hand,
you yourself will remain unscathed.
8 You have only to keep your eyes open to see how the wicked are repaid,
9 you who say, 'Yahweh my refuge!' and make Elyon your fortress.
10 No disaster can overtake you, no plague come near your tent;
11 he has given his angels orders about you to guard you wherever you go.
12 They will carry you in their arms in case you trip over a stone.
13 You will walk upon wild beast and adder,
you will trample young lions and snakes.
14 'Since he clings to me I rescue him,
I raise him high, since he acknowledges my name.
15 He calls to me and I answer him:
in distress I am at his side,
I rescue him and bring him honour.
16 I shall satisfy him with long life,
and grant him to see my salvation.'
Excerpt from THE NEW JERUSALEM BIBLE, copyright (c) 1985 by
Darton, Longman & Todd, Ltd. and Doubleday, a division
of Penguin Random House, Inc. Reprinted by Permission.
This is the handkerchief of Millet's mother at the hour of her death.