POV: Jesus Is Healing You While You Sleep

Psalm 91.

Whoever dwells in the shelter of the

most high will rest in the shadow of the

Almighty.

I will say of the Lord, he is my refuge

and my fortress, my God in whom I trust.

Surely he will save you from the

fowler's snare and from the deadly

pestilence.

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

the night, nor the arrow that flies by

day, nor the pestilence that stalks in

the darkness, nor the plague that

destroys at midday.

A thousand may fall at your side, 10,000

at your right hand, but it will not come

near you. You will only observe with

your eyes and see the punishment of the

wicked.

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.

Isaiah chapter 40.

Comfort, comfort my people, says your

God. Speak tenderly to Jerusalem and

proclaim to her that her hard service

has been completed, that her sin has

been paid for, that she has received

from the Lord's hand double for all her

sins.

A voice of one calling

in the wilderness, prepare the way for

the Lord. Make straight in the desert a

highway for our God.

Every valley shall be raised up, every

mountain and hill made low. The rough

ground shall become level, the rugged

places are plain, and the glory of the

Lord will be revealed, and all people

will see it together.

For the mouth of the Lord has spoken.

A voice says, "Cry out." And I said,

"What shall I cry?"

All people are like grass and all their

faithfulness is like the flowers of the

field.

The grass withers and the flowers fall

because the breath of the Lord blows on

them.

Surely the people are grass. The grass

withers and the flowers fall, but the

word of our God endures forever.

You who bring good news to Zion, go up

on a high mountain.

You who bring good news to Jerusalem,

lift up your voice with a shout. Lift it

up. Do not be afraid. Say to the towns

of Judah, "Here is your God.

See, the sovereign Lord comes with

power, and he rules with a mighty arm.

See, his reward is with him, and his

recompense accompanies him. He tends his

flock like a shepherd. He gathers the

lambs in his arms and carries them close

to his heart. He gently leads those that

have young.

Who has measured the waters in the

hollow of his hand? Or with the breadth

of his hand marked off the heavens? Who

has held the dust of the earth in a

basket or weighed the mountains on the

scales and the hills in a balance? Who

can fathom the spirit of the Lord or

instruct the Lord as his counselor?

Whom did the Lord consult to enlighten

him? And who taught him the right way?

Who was it that taught him knowledge or

showed him the path of understanding?

Surely the nations are like a drop in a

bucket. They are regarded as dust on the

scales.

He weighs the islands as though they

were fine dust.

Lebanon is not sufficient for altar

fires, nor its animals enough for burnt

offerings.

Before him all the nations are as

nothing.

They are regarded by him as worthless

and less than nothing. With whom then

will you compare God? To what image will

you liken him?

As for an idol, a metal worker casts it,

and a goldsmith overlays it with gold

and fashions silver chains for it.

A person too poor to present such an

offering selects wood that will not rot.

They look for a skilled worker to set up

an idol that will not topple.

Do you not know? Have you not heard? Has

it not been told you from the beginning?

Have you not understood since the earth

was founded?

He sits enthroned above the circle of

the earth and its people are like

grasshoppers.

He stretches out the heavens like a

canopy and spreads them out like a tent

to live in.

He brings princes to n and reduces the

rulers of this world to nothing.

No sooner are they planted, no sooner

are they sown, no sooner do they take

root in the ground than he blows on them

and they wither and a whirlwind sweeps

them away like chaff.

To whom will you compare me? Or who is

my equal? Says the holy one.

Lift up your eyes and look to the

heavens. Who created all these? He who

brings out the starry host one by one

and calls forth each of them by name.

Because of his great power and mighty

strength, not one of them is missing.

Why do you complain, Jacob? Why do you

say, Israel, my way is hidden from the

Lord? My cause is disregarded by my God.

Do you not know? Have you not heard?

The Lord is the everlasting God, the

creator of the ends of the earth. He

will not grow tired or weary, and his

understanding no one can fathom.

He gives strength to the weary and

increases the power of the weak. Even

youths grow tired and weary, and young

men stumble and fall. But those who hope

in the Lord will renew their strength.

They will soar on wings like eagles.

They will run and not grow weary. They

will walk and not be faint.

Psalm 27.

The Lord is my light and my salvation.

Whom shall I fear?

The Lord is the stronghold of my life.

Of whom shall I be afraid?

When the wicked advance against me to

devour me, it is my enemies and my foes

who will stumble and fall.

Though an army besiege me, my heart will

not fear. Though war break out against

me, even then I will be confident.

One thing I ask from the Lord, this only

do I seek,

that I may dwell in the house of the

Lord all the days of my life, to gaze on

the beauty of the Lord and to seek him

in his temple.

For in the day of trouble, he will keep

me safe in his dwelling. He will hide me

in the shelter of his sacred tent and

set me high upon a rock.

Then my head will be exalted above the

enemies who surround me. At his sacred

tent, I will sacrifice with shouts of

joy. I will sing and make music to the

Lord.

Hear my voice when I call, Lord. Be

merciful to me and answer me. My heart

says of you, seek his face.

Your face, Lord, I will seek.

Do not hide your face from me. Do not

turn your servant away in anger.

You have been my helper. Do not reject

me or forsake me, God is my savior.

Though my father and mother forsake me,

the Lord will receive me.

Teach me your way, Lord. Lead me in a

straight path because of my oppressors.

Do not turn me over to the desire of my

foes, for false witnesses rise up