“I will love Thee, O LORD, my strength. The Lord is my rock, and my fortress, and my deliverer; my God, my strength, in whom I will trust” (Psalm 18:1-2).

Kent came up from the barn and into the mud room of their home. He was an absolute mess. “Your son, Douglas Michael, will be in in a few minutes. Do you remember me telling him not to take the tractor onto the lower field behind your parents’ home?” he asked his wife, Marcia. Before she could answer he said, “That son of ours directly disobeyed me and took the John Deere onto that muddy field. I’ve worked for over an hour to try and get it out. I’m going to have to hire Hunter Wellington to come with his bulldozer and pull it out!” Kent said with a disgusted tone in his voice. Wisely Marcia gave her husband a few moments to cool off just a little before she hugged him and whispered in his ear, “Do you remember the time that you buried my father’s tractor in that same field behind his house? As I recall, my father was not too pleased about having to call the elder Hunter Wellington to come with a bulldozer. As I am thinking about it, I also remember my dad mentioning something about the Lord being his Deliverer on many occasions. If I remember right, he used you, his tractor, and the bulldozer as a great illustration for his Sunday school class on the subject of deliverance!” At that moment Doug appeared at the door to the mud room. Things went a lot better for him than he imagined!

For today: Aren’t you glad that the Lord is our Deliverer?