a song for pilgrims ascending to jerusalem.

I lift up my eyes to the hills—
where does my help come from?

My help comes from the LORD,
the Maker of heaven and earth.

He will not let your foot slip—
he who watches over you will not slumber;

indeed, he who watches over Israel
will neither slumber nor sleep.

The LORD watches over you—
the LORD is your shade at your right hand;

the sun will not harm you by day,
nor the moon by night.

The LORD will keep you from all harm—
he will watch over your life;

the LORD will watch over your coming and going
both now and forevermore.

We're pilgrims passing through this world on our way to Zion... We emanate light, life, and hope in this dark place... But we're in hostile territory, and the more we shine in this world, the more the Enemy tries to destroy us...

I'm currently very much aware of the constant danger my loved ones live in - whether they're here or in Kansas...

But the Maker of heaven and earth, the One who created everything that is, will and does protect us from all harm...