Dreaded feelings of captivity washed over me while I tossed and turned. I pulled the covers tighter as the nightmare consumed me — the imaginary chains yanking on my ankles, keeping me bound in dark and painful circumstances.
My circumstances were hard to understand. Difficult.
Confusing.
They seemed to have no end.
Lord, You are my shelter, my refuge, my strong tower above the enemy. You have hidden me in You, Jesus, for it is no longer I that live, but Christ that lives in me. When Father God looks on me, He sees You, Your righteousness … He sees me as His daughter who wears His robe of righteousness.
Because of You, Jesus.
Help me understand this. Help me understand Your covenant that makes You my God and makes me Your child. Forever.
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