Shadows. When I was a child, they frightened me. Vague shapes fed my wild imagination conjuring terrifying images of monsters, wolves (a strange fear of mine) and other perceived evils.
The valley of the shadow of death seems a dark and lonely place that someday I will face if Jesus tarries. Vague, yet real.
But what is a shadow but the blocking of light? And Who is the source of light? Who IS Light? If something blocks the Light, doesn't that simply mean that there is Light to be blocked? His presence is there, even when my spiritual eyes are too dim to see it, even when the Light appears completely thwarted.
Even the shadows must obey Him.
So "hide me in the shadow of Your wings,"
for in Your shadow, I have nothing to fear.
For You are with me.
In the Shadow
