As a child, my tonsillectomy was both intriguing and unsettling. The doctor carefully explained everything to me, and I looked forward to the ice-cream and popsicles. Later, when I woke up with a throat that felt like someone had buzzed it with a power mower, there were my parents. I couldn’t stay awake, but how cozy I felt knowing they were there. Once, though, I woke to an empty room. Not thinking that they may have had to go home, or eat, or care for my siblings, I could only wonder, where are they? I felt afraid, and crawled from bed to look down the hall. No family! A nurse shooed me back to bed, and my parents came soon after.

What security to wake in the morning, or have the sudden thought during a busy day, Hey—I’m still with the Lord. I haven’t been moved. I’m safe in His care. As in sleep, we may forget Him, but He Who never sleeps surrounds us. He has not drifted away, walked down the hall, or been forgetful of us.

Always under the watchful attention of the Spirit, we can never escape His presence.

Psalm 139:18