It had been one of those days. My thoughts were tripping over each other, so
it followed that my words were, too. I
frustrated this person and inconvenienced that person and bumbled through my
day, feeling like I was making a fool of myself.
Needless to say, I wasn’t exactly marching
down the street with my head held high.
And then this verse came to mind: “But You, O
Lord, are a shield for me…and the One who lifts up my head.” (Psalm 3:3)
The One who lifts up my head.
Beautiful.
Thank You, Lord.
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