Beneath the canopy of Your possessive love, my soul finds rest. I delight to be called Yours, Jesus. My soul thrills with the knowledge that my heart is spoken for. Grant me the indisputable sense that nothing can separate me from Your love, so that I can cross the battlefield of faith with the sweet assurance of victory. Jesus, You are my defender. You are my shield and the provider of my armor. Take me into the sweet counsel of prayer. Lead me from my solitude until I am one with Your Spirit. Slay the doubts and insecurities that form barriers between us. Let me abide in a sense of acceptance in the beloved as the shadow of the cross eclipses all my failures. I run to You, my Lord and my King. You are my sure foundation, my strength and my home. There will be no rest until I find it in You, my Savior and my salvation. Under the Word You have given in Psalm 18:1-3 and the authority of Christ, I pray with a heart of adoration.

I love you, O Lord, my strength.
The Lord is my rock and my fortress and my deliverer,
    my God, my rock, in whom I take refuge,
    my shield, and the horn of my salvation, my stronghold.
I call upon the Lord, who is worthy to be praised,
    and I am saved from my enemies.
Psalm 18:1-3, ESV