"And Thou, O Jehovah, [art] a shield for me, My honour..." Psalm 3:3
But you, O Lord, are a shield about me and the lifter of my head. The chorus from my youth sings in my head. Reading this verse brings to the surface some questions I have. Prayers I've been praying lately that I haven't quite had the courage to pray aloud. Some private matters between the Lord and I.
Trying to not give them life by speaking them aloud, yet trying to fight them on my knees knowing full well that my battle is not one easily seen with human eyes. So, I've been meditating on parts of Ephesians 6 that I have memorized. I've been praying that I'd be fully armed, ready for the battle, standing firm.
Knowing that I need the Lord in this circumstance. Wondering if He's calling me to action, revealing a strategy to pray or simply calling me to battle, I seek Him. My standard response laid before the Lord. "Here I am Lord, use me. Speak Lord, your servant is listening."
Sometimes the turmoil I struggle with is minute, silly even, to the innocent onlooker. But even the trivial issues must be settled for my soul longs to whisper. It is well.
The revelation I seek is Him. The revelation of I Am that I Am. Jehovah. He is everything to me. The shield of faith is You, Oh Lord, a shield about me. You yourself quench all the fiery darts of the enemy that so shamelessly attack the mind. Protect me, surround me with your unfailing love for Perfect Love casts out all fear.
"...above all, having taken up the shield (thou O Jehovah) of the faith, in which ye shall be able all the fiery darts of the evil one to quench." Ephesians 6:16
Yes, Lord, I'll take you up. I'll choose you when I'd rather choose fear. I'll choose you when it's easier to choose worry. I'll take you up and lift you up in my thoughts and in my prayers. Stop the fiery darts of the enemy as I lift You up Lord. I will raise my hands to You as I lift your name.