Under My Father’s Shadow
When I was a small boy, there was a huge German Shepherd that would come trotting down our street every day. To my young eyes, looking through our backyard fence, he looked as big as a horse. I 
would tremble trying to hide behind the gatepost and hoped he did not look my way or come up our driveway. One day my father was standing outside the fence, in the driveway, talking to our neighbor. I was standing next to him. That dreaded wolf-like creature came trotting down the street and looked right at me as he passed. I simply put my arm around my father’s powerful leg, looked right at that hell-hound and stuck my tongue out as far as I could! I had no fear and wasn’t in the least concerned because I was convinced my father could handle anything that slobbering, long-toothed denizen-of-the-hood might attempt. If I am overshadowed, I don’t have a shadow. If I am hidden in the shadow of my Father, I am so close that HE is the one who is seen and I am afforded His protective covering. ”He who dwells in the secret place of the Most High shall remain stable and fixed under the shadow of the Almighty [Whose power no foe can withstand].” (Ps.91:1, AMPC)
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