Over the last few weeks we have been teaching Rachel and Mathis the words to the hymn A Mighty Fortress is our God. A few nights ago Rachel came into our room after bedtime and said that she was afraid. I went to comfort her and we talked for a while about the castle we had visited and the meaning of the word "fortress." It was so great to be able to share the experience of a real castle used to protect and defend the king and his soldiers. We reviewed the words to the hymn and I reminded her that we have a wall of protection around us that we can't see, but that is certainly there and assured her that the enemy cannot penetrate it.
A mighty fortress is our God, a bulwark never failing;
Our helper He, amid the flood of mortal ills prevailing:
For still our ancient foe doth seek to work us woe;
His craft and power are great, and, armed with cruel hate,
On earth is not his equal.
Did we in our own strength confide, our striving would be losing;
Were not the right Man on our side, the Man of God’s own choosing:
Dost ask who that may be? Christ Jesus, it is He;
Lord Sabaoth, His Name, from age to age the same,
And He must win the battle.
One more of the many blessings I never expected but am so thankful for.
