Friday, November 12, 2010

What I [use to] Fear

[You Capture Challenge]

You who sit down in the High God's presence, 
spend the night in Shaddai's shadow, 
   Say this: "God, you're my refuge. 
      I trust in you and I'm safe!" 
   That's right—he rescues you from hidden traps, 
      shields you from deadly hazards. 
   His huge outstretched arms protect you— 
      under them you're perfectly safe; 
      his arms fend off all harm. 

Fear nothing—not wild wolves in the night, 
      not flying arrows in the day, 
   Not disease that prowls through the darkness, 
      not disaster that erupts at high noon. 
   Even though others succumb all around, 
      drop like flies right and left, 
      no harm will even graze you. 
   You'll stand untouched, watch it all from a distance, 
      watch the wicked turn into corpses. 

Yes, because God's your refuge, 
      the High God your very own home, 
   Evil can't get close to you, 
      harm can't get through the door. 
   He ordered his angels 
      to guard you wherever you go. 
 If you stumble, they'll catch you; 
      their job is to keep you from falling. 

You'll walk unharmed among lions and snakes, 
      and kick young lions and serpents from the path. 
"If you'll hold on to me for dear life," says God, 
      "I'll get you out of any trouble. 
   I'll give you the best of care 
      if you'll only get to know and trust me. 

 Call me and I'll answer, be at your side in bad times; 
      I'll rescue you, then throw you a party. 
   I'll give you a long life, 
      give you a long drink of salvation!"


I often think about Psalm 91, verse 12 [NIV], "they [angels] will lift you up in their hands, so that you will not strike your foot against a stone." I wonder what life would be like if I really had faith for that...that my children wouldn't even strike their foot on a stone.

People often comment about how calm I am despite the craziness of my wild boys. Yes, they are wilder than most, but we like it that way.

[By the way I don't define wildness as
impoliteness or disobedience.] 

People question why I don't gasp and run every time they fall... or why I don't keep my eye on them every-second-of-the-day. I know some may think I'm lazy, a bad parent, or even reckless.

I'm doing my best to do my job by providing a safe, creative, and spirit-filled environment where they can explore, grow, and love, while allowing Him [and his angels] to do theirs.

I've come to terms with it. As much as I love them, I have no control over what happens to them, only He does. Yes, I honor him with my behavior [and watchfulness] over them, but really, it's the trust I have in Him to protect them that keeps them safe.

Do I ever hear the enemy tell me...?
i'll miscarry
deliver a stillborn
my kid will get cancer
they will fall and be permanently hurt
i'll wake up to a baby suffocated in it's crib
be kidnapped
be molested
run out in front of a car

Yes. I do.


He's a liar. It's his native language. He spends his days telling me [and I'm sure you] all the awful things that could happen to us and our children, but what a mighty weapon God has given us. 

His Word. His promises.

I'm not comforted by my ability to run fast and catch them as they are about to fall off the swing set, or my ability to cut their hot dog pieces tiny enough, or my ability to have enough prenatal appointments, or my ability to watch my baby minute by minute through the video monitor, or even my health insurance [or lack there of].

I'm comforted that where I am weak, He is strong
Where I am slow or unaware, He already has it taken care of.

I'm not oblivious to the tragedies around me...nor am I insensitive to the sting they have brought my close friends & family [or even myself], but the histories of this world do not define my faith.

He does.

I believe Him. I believe his Word.

And that's what I live by.


  1. Candra! This is such a powerful post! Thank you for your encouragement from a sweet momma's heart! I love how you claim truth over Satan's lies and love how you say, "the histories of this world do not define my faith." Awesome post!

  2. This is powerful, Candra! "The histories of the world do not define my faith." I love that!

    (I look above and see that's what your first commenter said, too. Good stuff, Candra.)

    Love it!

  3. Thank you two! It's very much apart of who I am and I had fun sharing it.

  4. I love this post so, so much. It encouraged me so. Thanks for writing your heart and letting Jesus use you!

  5. Candi- you should totally start a portrait studio from your home. Your photos are always so great! - Bethany

  6. thanks bethany [although i'm not sure which bethany you are...but you called me candi so i have two guesses]

  7. Montgomery Bethany. Hehe. But really- have you ever considered that? And sorry to leave you hanging on the blog carnival. I wasn't trying to be rude, I have just been SO busy lately!

  8. Thank you for sharing this. I really needed it. Stumbled upon your blog through Scripture & a Snapshot and am now a follower. Great blog! And such a great post!

  9. great pictures and message,love your blog=)

  10. inspiring post. mostly because i have lived very heart wrenching tragedies and i still feel the very same way! great post!

  11. terrific post- my biggest fear during my first pregnancy was that I'd deliver a hermaphrodite child - we don't know why I feared this - it was actually just the only fear/ lie that I allowed my mind to completely process. When anything else started to creep in (and still today when they do) I stop in my tracks and refuse to finish the thought- I cover it in prayer and command "Get thee BEHIND me!" - works like a charm- keeping our eyes on Jesus always does! :)

    new follower from the MOB



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