by: Cris Corzine-McCloskey
From the looks of things at Kroger’s this weekend, I must say, fear is spreading way faster than the Coronavirus. Fear of getting sick, of a plummeting economy, and of running out of toilet paper. I’m not too freaked out about it because I have been through way scarier things than this when I was in prison.
When I was locked up, I was a brand new convert, hungry for the things of God. Because of that, I quickly earned the prison nickname of “Chapel Girl.” When your nickname is Chapel Girl, everyone knows you aren’t very tough. Prison is a place you need to be tough. Not only was I not tough, but I had a 350 lb bunk-mate who was foul-tempered and tough. She was in on a weapons charge, and she looked like she could eat nails for breakfast. And she did not like my “Praise the Lord” ways. Not one bit. I was terrified.
Every night I would kneel by my bunk before lights out and pray she wouldn’t kill me in my sleep. Then I came across Psalm 91, and everything changed. I began reading it aloud every night before I went to sleep, and the fear melted away. I could literally feel the protection of God all around me. It is still my number one go-to when my life gets shaky, so you had better believe I am praying it right now. In light of these crazy days, I would like to share it with you.
Psalm 91: Whoever dwells in the shelter of the Most High, will rest in the shadow of Almighty. I will say of the Lord, “He is my refuge and my fortress, my God, in whom I trust.” SURELY (emphasis mine) He will save you from the fowler’s snare and from the deadly disease. He will cover you with His feathers, and under His wings you will find refuge; His faithfulness will be your shield and rampart. You will not fear the terror of night, nor the arrow that flies by day, nor the disease that stalks in the darkness. A thousand may fall at your side, ten thousand at your right hand, but it will not come near you…If you say, “The Lord is my refuge,” and you make the Most High your dwelling, no harm will overtake you, no disaster will come near your tent.
For he will command his angels concerning you to guard you in all your ways; they will lift you up in their hands so that you will not strike your foot against a stone. You will tread on the lion and the cobra; you will trample the great lion and the serpent.
“Because he loves me,” says the Lord, “I will rescue him; I will protect him, for he acknowledges my name. He will call on me, and I will answer him; I will be with him in trouble, I will deliver him and honor him. With long life, I will satisfy him and show him my salvation.”
There you have it, my emergency relief plan. But it’s not just mine. Right now, with our Country in crisis, countless believers are praying Psalm 91 over their households, our Country, and the World. I am just one of the millions, joining in a symphony of prayers, to a Father who is always loving and faithful. Will you join us?