Angels

This morning I'm praying psalm 91 on Melissa's behalf.

Here's the part I love:

If you say, “The LORD is my refuge,” and you make the Most High your dwelling, no harm will overtake you, no disaster will come near your tent. For he will command his angels concerning you to guard you in all your ways; they will lift you up in their hands, so that you will not strike your foot against a stone. 


I want to believe there are angels. They surround us, guard us, lift us in their hands, though we can't see or feel them. I pray for Melissa, that there are angels with her today in court this morning, as she faces down her lying husband. I pray that the judge will have wisdom, and that he/she will see what's going on.


I pray for peace for Melissa, despite all that's at stake. I pray that she'll feel You walking with her. I hate Your silence and Your invisibility, especially in times like these. But You are a gentle whisper in the wind, and if I listen, I will hear You, and so will Melissa. 


Lord, are the psalmist's words true, or are they just a beautiful poem written in ancient times? I choose to believe that they are true. And despite all the twisting and mangling of Your words by humans, You remain the same. Love. The quiet but powerful spirit of love.


You are near, always. In Your son's name I pray.
Amen