He covers me with His protection and I am safe here beneath the shadow of His wing. I don’t want to see the world right now and I turn my face into His soft down, desiring to hide my eyes. I feel His hand touch beneath my chin to bring my face back around.
“Daughter I am your refuge, but I have opened your eyes because you see with a heart of love. The things you see hurt you because they hurt me. You must see them so that I can teach you how I want you to pray.”
Tears run down my cheeks as I realize the depth of pain in my Father’s heart for those He loves. I must choose to keep my eyes open for my Father.
Ps 91:2 I will say of the LORD, “He is my refuge and my fortress; my God, in Him I will trust.”