For FOTM’s Doc’s Wife, and all who are weighed down by the cross you’re carrying.
Psalm 91
You who dwell in the shelter of the Most High,
who abide in the shadow of the Almighty,
Say to the Lord, “My refuge and fortress,
my God in whom I trust.”
God will rescue you from the fowler’s snare,
from the destroying plague,
Will shelter you with pinions,
spread wings that you may take refuge;
God’s faithfulness is a protecting shield.
You shall not fear the terror of the night
nor the arrow that flies by day,
Nor the pestilence that roams in darkness,
nor the plague that ravages at noon.
Though a thousand fall at your side,
ten thousand at your hand,
near you it shall not come.
You need simply watch;
the punishment of the wicked you will see.
You have the Lord for your refuge;
you have made the Most High your stronghold.
No evil shall befall you,
nor affliction come near your tent.
For God commands the angels
to guard you in all your ways.
With their hands they shall support you,
lest you strike your foot against a stone.
You shall tread upon the asp and the viper,
trample the lion and the dragon.
Whoever clings to me I will deliver;
whoever knows my name I will set on high.
All who call upon me I will answer;
I will be with them in distress;
I will deliver them and give them honor.
With length of days I will satisfy them
and show them my saving power.
~Eowyn