He Took Me

This morning I read Psalm 18.  It’s a Psalm that King David wrote, praising God for rescuing him from his enemies.  It must be a pleasing Psalm to God, and it lives through the ages by means of His Bible.  In the Old Testament, God often stresses to the Israelites the importance of passing along what they know of Him and His miracles…His saving power…to their children (future generations).  This Psalm accomplishes that same purpose.  There were many verses or parts of verses that I underlined while reading it, however one in particular resonated with me in a deep way today…”He took me…(Psalm 18:16).”  The whole verse reads, “He reached from on high, He took me; He drew me out of many waters.”  But “He took me” sums things up for me in my life.  There are all of these complex emotions and thoughts I have every day.  Some are helpful and some are not.  It’s clear to me that when I try to figure life out without submitting myself before God first, things are confusing, a struggle, and at times, dark.  But God doesn’t leave me there.  He didn’t leave me there.  He took me.  He lifted me up from a place of not knowing Him, to a place of knowing that I’m known by Him.  He took me from darkness to the awareness of His love.  He gave me things I didn’t deserve and topped them with a handful of, “I love you.”  And there were no strings attached.  Before I knew Jesus, I was on my own, at least in my own mind.  I had made my decision that I would lead the life I wanted to and that I was only accountable to myself.  I didn’t realize God’s love for me.  But He took me.  He took me from there and said, “No, I’m real, this is Who I Am, and I love you.”  I am sure this is similar to what every parent wants their child to know…that they are not alone and that they are loved.

“Therefore I will praise you, Lord, among the nations . . . ” (Psalm 18:49a, NIV)