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But you, O LORD, are a shield about me, my glory, and the lifter of my head. Psalm 3:3

This afternoon, seven of our Riverview women will board the church bus to begin our journey to Indianapolis for the 2024 Gospel Coalition Women’s Conference. For three packed days, we will drink from a proverbial fire hose of talented speakers, meaningful worship, and inspiring sessions, all designed to spur us on in our relationship with the Great I Am.

I am beyond excited. Social media posts about the event have likened this to a “grown up camp” for Christian ladies, and I whole-heartedly agree. To share this time with fellow Riverview staff members and leader’s wives is a treat and a treasure.

And thus, today, as acting Women’s Ministry Director, along with packing my suitcase and attending our weekly Staff Meeting, I am also occupied with dotting all the “i’s” and crossing all the “t’s” for our road trip to the conference.

I thought it fitting to share with you a devotional I wrote several years ago (which now appears as Day 20 of my book, Unfolding). It’s based on one of my favorite verses, showcasing the Lord’s tender care for us, his (sometimes distracted) daughters.

Life is messy. If I’m honest, I’ll tell you that I am easily overwhelmed by the here and now, by responsibilities, relationships, expectations, and daily life that sits right in front of me.

It’s easy to forget to look up.

Our oldest son was born with a curious disposition, eyes always wandering from one new thing to the next literally from the day he was born. I often found myself cradling his little face in my hands, gently forcing him to focus on me, his mother, the one who knew what was best, the one who could help him learn where to get that next bottle or how to walk or communicate his growing list of needs. I am deeply moved by my Father’s care for me, as the lifter of my head. I get it. If I, as a mother, lift my son’s head in an effort to direct him to a richer life, how much more does my Father long to do the same for me?

So today, I chose to submit to his gentle cupping of my face in his hands. I look to him, and I choose to focus on his face, allowing everything else to fade into the background.

Much love,

Sarah Deal

Women’s Ministry Director

Riverview Baptist Church