“He’s your bodyguard, shielding every bone; not even a finger gets broken.” Psalm 33:20 (The Message Bible)
When I was around thirteen, one evening our whole family went swimming at the local pool. This was a big event—my parents rarely did “kid” things, and we rarely played together. We were having a great time splashing one another and trying to dunk my father. I swam after him, and my knee struck his baby toe, fracturing it. The next week, Dad sat in his lounge chair with his foot up. He missed a week of work and pay. I felt guilty for wanting to play with my dad and ruining the evening; he never went swimming with us again.
As a mom, I wasn’t very good at playing with my kids, either. I’m not adventuresome and have a fear of falling or being injured. God must wish that I had taken more chances in life, as he’s promised to be my bodyguard and shield me from harm. It’s a trust issue, I guess, and maybe I’ll get up enough nerve to take a hot-air balloon ride someday–with my kids.
Dear Father, thank you for promising to be my bodyguard. Amen