Surrendering the safety of the deck chair, she cautiously approaches the pool’s edge. His irresistible voice calls her to come closer. As the distance between them wanes, another more menacing voice whispers, “can you be so sure that He will catch, much less keep you?” For a moment, she entertains the thought of her feet leaving the ground beneath only to be met with water–no firm hands to grab her. Sweetly, a whisper interrupts the vision, “He is strong and He is good. He will not only catch you, He will keep you.” The only courage she finds is when her eyes are locked on His. Though the doubts linger, they are drowned out by His beckoning. Her toes dangle. Her knees bend.

She jumps.

I lift up my eyes to the hills.

From where does my help come?

My help comes from the Lord,

who made heaven and earth.

He will not let your foot be moved;

he who keeps you will not slumber.

Behold, he who keeps Israel

will neither slumber nor sleep.

The Lord is your keeper;

the Lord is your shade on your right hand.

The sun shall not strike you by day,