My Song

2 Samuel 22:1-4 (GW) David sang this song to the Lord when the Lord rescued him from all his enemies, especially from Saul. He said, The Lord is my rock and my fortress and my Savior, my God, my rock in whom I take refuge, my shield, the strength of my salvation, my stronghold, my refuge, and my Savior who saved me from violencee. The Lord should be praised.

I love the whole of the song but realise it is too much for this blog. I can sing my own song beside David. My God is my refuge and strength.

Last night I slept lightly as I was aware that the Lord was busy constructing something in the heavenlies for me. I felt loved.

Before waking I had a dream, I had given birth to mine and was alone, without provision. I was in a maternity hospital and all the other woman were asking me why I was there without all the necessary gear.

I explained that I had been separated from my husband and amid flight to my destination was found alone in a strange place.

There was a woman in room 1 who let me in her room but would not share her bed or her crib for my child, in fact she resented me wanting to put my child in her crib, however she did give me a rug to wrap it in.

She said 'look room 2 is vacant go in there.' I was unsure as to my rights to that room, however at her insistence I did go in.

I was visited by another woman and she looked toward an armchair and exclaimed 'oh what are you doing here? Why you have changed!' I did not know what she meant but when I looked there was a man I did not know and I knew he would support me.

I have given birth to my future and am currently struggling to find 'a crib' for my infant. The dream tells me help is on the way.

The beautiful thing is I have mine. Amen!