This is a name for God that feels life-saving to me.
It is for those whose body and soul are bent over, who are trudging through the mire, with tear stained faces, who carry heavy burdens, who are world weary. Those who are dragging one foot in front of the other, not knowing to where, never looking up.
And suddenly He appears. His very presence washes away the mud that surrounds feet. He gently puts his hand under my chin. He lifts my weary head. He looks into my tear-stained eyes. And finally, finally, hope fills my heart.
He looked at me with love. He drew me out of many waters. He delighted in me. Indeed, I have a beautiful inheritance.
And it all started when he lifted my head so I could keep my gaze on him.
Psalm 3:3. Psalm 18:16, 19. Psalm 16:6.