My Fortress

As I passed our local castle I thought about the protection it had afforded in the by-gone days. Being in a border city it has changed hands 13 times, belonging to one country and then another. Now partly ruined it has not survived, unlike my God, who is my deliverer for ever.

‘The Lord is my rock, my fortress and my deliverer. my God is my rock in whom I take refuge.’ 2 Samuel 22:2-3