I walked away from social media for a month. Facebook, Twitter, this blog… I needed a break. Sometimes, it feels like my world narrows down to this tiny focus, like I’m looking through binoculars and I can only see what is straight in front of me. While online should have made the focus feel wider, it actually made it feel narrower. I needed to breathe. And it was good. I visited Facebook for the first time last week and found I really hadn’t missed much.
Although I have to say that the Super Bowl would have been eons more boring without Twitter. If you weren’t following Twitter during the Super Bowl, you were missing the best part.
We are going to wrap up our walk through Genesis starting next week, but this week I wanted to do a personal verse. Last year, right at this time, my family took a couple of hard hits, ones we honestly never saw coming. But God is good. All. The. Time. And He is bigger. He sent prayer warriors, shoulders to cry on, help from unlikely places… He is the healer and warrior and deliverer.
During that time, He led me to Psalm 18. Literally. I was praying and–I kid you not–the words “Psalm 18” popped into my head. If you’ve never read that one, I urge you to go get a Bible right now. It left me in a puddle on the floor and had me feeling more loved than ever. I tell my students all of the time, “Psalm 18. Nobody messes with God’s baby.”
But one verse stood out. It’s my class verse this year, and now one of my life verses, because I’ve seen God deliver mightily on more than one occasion. And I can’t read this verse without feeling my heart swell. He loves me. Oh, how He loves me.
Psalm 18:2 (NIV)–The Lord is my rock, my fortress and my deliverer; my God is my rock, in whom I take refuge, my shield and the horn of my salvation, my stronghold.
In short… He is everything.