The Guard

One of the gifts given to me for my upcoming retirement was some knockout roses and some blanket flowers (gaillardia) for planting among the roses. Such a lovely gift from my bosses! We’ve not made a “real” flower bed since we’ve lived here so I was delighted that hubby agreed to work on one for these beautiful flowers. It pretty much took us all day, but that man of mine worked his magic and by evening we had flowers planted, mulch in and a very nice border for the entire bed.

Of course this morning I got up early and just had to open the door to look out at the beautiful bed just under our front windows. We have deer who have regularly visit our yard. And they happen to love rose bushes. Thankfully all was well and nothing was touched! Could be that our dog’s pen is now close to the front yard? Thanking the Lord for that guardian.

Oh beloved, you’ve planted, fixed, dug, watered and enjoyed things in life. You’ve felt that at times things could be stolen right out from under your nose. But listen, precious believer, you have a Guardian who watches over your entire life while you sleep. He isn’t going to let a thing eat up your blessings. He is watchful when you don’t even have the energy to watch. And He is also the restorer. He keeps you watered, tended and protected. No one else will ever take the good care that the Lord does for you. Don’t look at circumstances. Look to Him.

God loves you and He’s for you. Whatever seems stolen, eaten away or removed – He is still God and He will protect you even so. Run to Him this morning and lay out your needs before Him. Confess your desire to take care of your own stuff and lose sleep. And then thank Him for His meticulous loving care as you live in the freedom of enjoying your life instead of worrying over every single thing!

Psalm 121:1-2 I lift up my eyes to the hills. From where does my help come? My help comes from the Lord, who made heaven and earth.

Psalm 121:8 The Lord will guard your going out and your coming in from this time and forever.

Psalm 139:17-18 How precious are your thoughts about me, O God. They cannot be numbered! I can’t even count them; they outnumber the grains of sand! And when I wake up, You are still with me!

About Rebekah Beene

In a Women’s meeting in 1983, I went up for prayer and to see if God had “anything for me”. The woman of God who was praying for people spoke over my life. She said these words: “You will write books. You can go to the bank on it. Rivers of living water will flow from your belly…”
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