Since moving to Alabama, I’ve found that wind or rain storms pop up out of nowhere. All of a sudden, it’s not comfortable outdoors, and I seek the shelter of my house. My comfy brick home is a refuge from straight-line winds and pelting downpours. In the winter, I remain toasty warm when the out-of-doors is getting a blanket of snow. Thank God for my safe and secure dwelling place.
However, my soul and spirit need a refuge as well—a safe harbor. God protects me from the storms of life—bitterness, doubt, fear, disappointment, loneliness. I’m not saying I never experience these punishing emotions, but when I do, I run to the Lord.
The book of Psalms contains a wealth of scriptures about how God is our refuge. 71:7 says, “But you are my strong refuge.” 94:22 assures us, “But the Lord has become my fortress, and my God, the rock in whom I take refuse.” In 142: 5, David calls out, “I cry to you, O Lord; I say, ‘You are my refuge, my portion in the land of the living.'”
Want more like these? Look up refuge in your concordance. You’ll find enough to satisfy your soul.
No matter where we are in life, we need God—our refuge. On occasion I even picture myself in the throne room, next to Jesus or in His loving arms. Try it sometime.