I find myself whispering a little prayer these days. No doubt it’s because I am regularly in contact with women in some of the worst conditions on the streets. My heart strings are tugged, even ripped out, because of situations I see and hear. My prayer, without even being conscious of it until recently, has become a basic request throughout my day.
A little girl on her way to school is bundled up in a scarf and coat and I whisper in my heart:
God, keep her safe.
A lovely teen is surrounded by boys on the tram and I silently pray:
God, keep her safe.
A woman stands on the street corner with a deep pain evident on her face and I say:
God, keep her safe.
Asking God to protect women in every stage of life, the young and the old, the weak and the strong, is not a bad prayer to pray. Prayers of protection are found throughout scripture. My work let’s me encounter too many who have not been kept safe from evil.
I want to pray God’s protection over as many as I can and be a source of protection for those within my reach. I will, along with many other requests for these women, say a simple prayer that comes from deep within me.
God, keep them safe.
“The Lord is my rock, my fortress and my deliverer; my God is my rock, in whom I take refuge, my shield and the horn of my salvation, my stronghold.” -Psalm 18:2
wow. this is a good reminder.