|Rocking my favorite sun hat last summer on the beach with my college roommates|
|Hannah Capps embracing the hat at a very early age. Isn’t she cute?|
I’ve mentioned this before, but for a majority of my teenage and adolescent life, I mistakenly assumed that I could tan. I would head out to the beach with my beautiful, tan, blonde friends and rather than returning resembling Malibu Barbie like they did, I was much more closely compared to that of a lobster.
At around the age of 20, I FINALLY realized that I would never be able to tan, I was destroying my skin, and it was time to get serious about sun protection. Enter big, beautiful, floppy sun hats and 70 SPF. On my honeymoon to the Caribbean, without question, the “sexiest” thing I packed was 4 bottles of sunscreen all with SPFs of 50 or higher.
Abby’s graduation this past weekend was the third sibling graduation I had attended, so this time, my sister Cally and I were prepared. Before heading out the door, we lathered on the SPF (she introduced me to something fabulous called Super Goop) and grabbed our hats. As we sat outside for over three hours in the baking sun, I kept thinking about how grateful I was to have protection and covering from the scorching rays.
As I continued to sit, (I mean, we were there for over three hours) I thought about how just like I was so grateful for the protection of my hat, I’m even more grateful for the covering and protection of our God. Like the hat thwarts off the sun’s harmful rays, our God hovers over us–defending us, sheltering us, covering us, and protecting us–it’s a shelter that we need in our lives and like my devout love for floppy hats, should be something we run to, cling to, and eagerly embrace. The safest place to be is right under His fold, hiding in the shadow of His wings.
He will shelter you with his wings.
His faithful promises are your armor and protection.