Psalm 91

I can’t say exactly how many times people praying for me have told me to read Psalm 91. It’s at least a half dozen.

So, I would go home, open my Bible, and give it a quick read. Then I’d go about my day.

Not good enough. But I changed my pattern around this past Christmas, when I picked up that “super flu” that’s been going around this year.

I’ve given my witness at CTFO before, so I’ll try not to bore you with too many details. Basically, I suddenly got sick with what was first diagnosed as Chronic Fatigue Syndrome, then Lyme disease, and spent seven years practically bedridden.

That all seemed to start with a flu that just wouldn’t go away. Fast forward to December 2025. This year’s bad flu has been of those that hangs on and on. And it was hanging on to me.

It’s kind of like when someone who’s beaten cancer starts to get symptoms again. “Oh no,” a voice inside says. “Not again.”

Enter Psalm 91. While looking to quiet that voice, I heard another, better voice, suggesting I turn to Psalm 91 and read it out loud every day.

If you say, ‘The Lord is my refuge,’ and you make the Most High your dwelling place, no harm will overtake you, no disaster will come near your tent. For He will command His angels concerning you to guard you in all your ways. (Psalm 91: 9-11. NIV)

It works because it’s true. I look back through my life and see many times God has protected me and kept me from harm. As part of my devotions, I put together a list of 16 close scrapes I’ve had where I could have easily had serious trouble, in some cases even early death, but came out okay. 

I read it every day. The time I got hit by lightning. The time a guy pulled a knife on me. The time there was a fire in the kitchen ceiling below my bedroom. And so on.

It’s enough to convince that worried voice that everything will work out in the end. There is a God, and if I put my faith in Him, He will protect me. Faith over fear. That’s the bottom line. That’s Psalm 91.