The Arms of the Almighty

Psalm 61:2-3

“From the end of the earth I call to you when my heart is faint.

Lead me to the rock that is higher than I,

for you have been my refuge, a strong tower against the enemy.”

Even the biggest and bravest and strongest reach a point where they just can't. A moment when they have to stop and surrender, recognising their need of a rescuer.  I think every person will sit in that place at at least once in their lives, facing the need for something or someone who is big enough and strong to handle the life that seems to endlessly slip through their fingers. There is no human who can sustain themselves, no creature who can possess one ounce of life apart from the sovereign, sustaining grace of God.  

And boy, do I often feel that. As the Psalmist grasped so well—my heart is faint, and I am small. But Christ, my solid rock, He isn’t. He is great and mighty, powerful and eternal. 

So I don’t have to be big. I don’t have to be strong. I don’t have to have it all together, because Jesus does.

The world I face is scary and big, but God is the world’s architect and maker. He is bigger, he is stronger, and he is able—able to hold this faint heart. From day one, he has been my refuge and sustenance, and I know he will continue to strengthen me until I see him face to face.

The Psalm continues in verse 4: “Let me dwell in your tent forever! Let me take refuge under the shelter of your wings!”

Yes, I am weak and small, but I am not alone.  

I am safe in the presence and the arms of my Saviour. Even in the midst of an enormous world filled with countless people, I know his Spirit is with me personally (John 14), because I belong to the God who is greater, who has overcome the world (1 John 4:4).

At the end of the day, I’m happy to be a little person in the arms of the big and mighty God.