Psalms 46:1 God is our refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble.

What is a refuge?  It is defined as a place of shelter, protection or safety.  Some days I feel like I have been under attack from the moment my feet hit the floor in the morning until the moment my head hits the pillow at night.  On these days, I can almost see the fiery darts of the evil one flying at me from every direction; this was one of those days.  By the end of the day I was in desperate need of a place of refuge!  Luckily, I knew where to go.  I needed somewhere to go to quiet my thoughts, open my heart and leave all of the distractions of the world behind.  I needed somewhere to go where I could simply spend time with my Heavenly Father.  I needed a place to pray, to read God’s Word and to just be.  I needed a place where I knew it was okay for me to arrive empty.  Some days when I arrive at this place I’m feeling so broken that I’m not sure if God will ever be able to put me back together again.  Then, there are some days when I arrive in silence, unable to even put into words how I’m feeling.  Some days I come with rejoicing and praise.  Some days I come in awe and wonder.  Some days I just show up.  I’ve also discovered that the time I spend in this place of refuge is crucial because I’ve learned that if I’m empty, I have nothing to give to those around me.  As I spend time here I come away full and ready to pour out on others.  This is where I come to meet God and where He meets me.  I’ve noticed that the more I visit this place of refuge, the more I desire to come back.

I’m a very structured person so I’ve discovered that it helps me to have a particular area for my place of refuge.  Over the years I’ve used my recliner, my study and my back yard.  These are not the only places I use, but they are the ones I use most frequently.  Your place of refuge will most likely look different from mine.  Susanna Wesley, mother of 19 children including Charles and John Wesley, had to get creative with her place of refuge.  When she needed to pray, she would sit down in the middle of the kitchen floor and throw her apron over her head so her children would know not to disturb her. My mom’s place of refuge was (and still is) the love seat in her living room.  Before His crucifixion, Jesus found a place of refuge in the Garden of Gethsemane.  It doesn’t matter if you choose a love seat or an apron to be your place of refuge, what does matter is that you choose to show up.  God, the Creator of the universe is already there waiting for you…

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