My heart has been aching, and the pain is just unbearable today. I have literally cried out to God on behalf of all of my brothers and sisters. It seems as if being Black in this country has placed us on an endangered list. Every time I turn around, someone is being killed, falsely imprisoned, or brutalized for no other reason than, by the very color of our skin, we are perceived as a threat. I have cried, “Why in the world are we being killed, Father? Why is hate running rampant in this world?”
I am not even going to get super-spiritual right now, because my conversations with God are real and raw. I know the enemy is trying to steal, kill, and destroy, seeking whom he may devour. I know that. I have that Scripture memorized. But I’m talking about right now today, at this moment; I needed to hear from God.
I needed a word to settle my spirit, so I started with Psalm 27:1-4.
The Lord is my light and my salvation; Whom shall I fear? The Lord is the strength of my life; of whom shall I be afraid? When the wicked came against me to eat up my flesh, my enemies and foes, they stumbled and fell. Though an army may encamp against me, my heart shall not fear; though war may rise against me, in this I will be confident.
I don’t know about you, but I need God’s strength right now at this very moment. I need some light in this very dark time. But, even after reading that powerful Scripture, I still needed more.
