Your Gentleness Is Making Me Great
Psalm 18: 31 For who is God, but the Lord?
And who is a rock, except our God?—
32 the God who equipped me with strength
and made my way blameless.
33 He made my feet like the feet of a deer
and set me secure on the heights.
34 He trains my hands for war,
so that my arms can bend a bow of bronze.
35 You have given me the shield of your salvation,
and your right hand supported me,
and your gentleness made me great.
36 You gave a wide place for my steps under me,
and my feet did not slip.
37 I pursued my enemies and overtook them,
and did not turn back till they were consumed.
I’m a person who has a tendency to want to live large. I can’t help it. Growing up, my stepfather always used to deride me by calling me “dramatic”. To me, it was the height of offense. I just couldn’t help being the way I was. It was like he was telling me that my very personality was fluff, unsubstantial, fake. Oh, there was no worse insult.