1 Samuel 25:29 “Even when you are chased by those who seek to kill you, your life is safe in the care of the LORD your God, secure in his treasure pouch! But the lives of your enemies will disappear like stones shot from a sling! (NLT)

The image I have in my mind as I read this is of me, all cozied up in a little pouch that is securely belted on God’s hip.  I’m imagining that it sort of looks like the inside of the Genie’s bottle from the “I dream of Genie” show.  You know, with pillows of all different colors, sparkly beaded curtains….  I’m wearing jewels.  This pouch after all is God’s wallet, where He keeps His treasure… me.  Somewhere outside my beautiful pouch home, I can hear the pursuers.  I can hear them breathing, gnashing, running, getting closer, snapping to bite the pouch off of God’s hip.  I’m not worried though, I’m just relaxing on my big plush pillows feeling quite pampered.  Then I hear a yelp and a Wiley Cyote whistle as without even missing a step, God kicks the pursuer into the next universe.  Thanks God!  That was nice of you.  I didn’t even feel that.

Is it possible that sometimes I don’t even need to be an active participant in my battles?  That it’s enough to rest in God’s strength knowing that He thinks I’m valuable enough to protect?  Just my existence has worth?  It’s OK for me to bask in the knowledge of that and listen to God wage the war for me outside of my protective bubble?  Wow.  That sure takes the pressure off. 

God, thank you for treasuring me.  Thank you for providing a protective environment for me.  Thank you for fighting off those who attack me.  I am your grateful jewel.