Refuge

He who dwells in the secret place of the Most High
Shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty.
I will say of the Lord, “He is my refuge and my fortress;
My God, in Him I will trust.”

                           Psalm 91:1       
 

“Fear not, for I have redeemed you;
I have called you by your name;
You are Mine.

 When you pass through the waters, I will be with you;
And through the rivers, they shall not overflow you.
When you walk through the fire, you shall not be burned,
Nor shall the flame scorch you.
For I am the Lord your God,
The Holy One of Israel, your Savior;”

 Isaiah 43: 1b-3a

 

“Though the fig tree may not blossom,
Nor fruit be on the vines;
Though the labor of the olive may fail,
And the fields yield no food;
Though the flock may be cut off from the fold,
And there be no herd in the stalls—
Yet I will rejoice in the Lord,
I will joy in the God of my salvation.”

                           Habakkuk 3: 17-18  

 

 

I’ve grappled over the past couple of weeks because I was unsure what to write about. I had not gotten a clear message from Him in my prayers and quiet time, and frankly had not had the chance to sit in front of the computer to write because of some health-related and professional challenges of late. Those challenges still exist, and I almost passed on the chance to do so tonight, since I still didn’t have a clear idea of what in the world to write. I sorely missed writing last week’s devotional and wanted to make sure that I sent something out this week.

 

My last devotional was about a temporary loss of the immeasurable joy that comes from above. I would love to partake of my own words and cling to that joy as if my life depended on it.

 

But I struggle at times, and I’m confident that you do as well.

 

There’s a lot going on, y’all: health, family, and job concerns; political and economic woes; societal horrors and injustice. But those aren’t the only ones—there are the small, piddly things that can impact our peace—traffic, a misbehaving pet, a fight with a family member—annoyances that, when combined, have the cumulative effect of making one weary.

And yes, I have entertained the thought that the weariness indicates a lack of faith. I’ve also batted that thought away as being a flaming dart from the enemy. I’m already in my head; I don’t need the enemy in there as well.

 

So I sit down tonight to write this, keen on sharing those verses that have brought me comfort (Psalm 91 and Isaiah 43 came to mind immediately) amidst the constant din of life, knowing that this devotional’s message is found in the inerrant words inspired by the Holy Spirit, and I feel His presence, an affirmation that I am on the right track with His message. His presence also reinforces for me that when I seek to do things not in my own strength but in His, He is good and faithful to provide.

 

We are blessed, dear ones, individually and corporately. Our church will have its ups and downs, its valleys and peaks, but when we seek to do His will, in His might, absent our own, He will deliver. Let us do what we read in Habakkuk and rejoice in Him despite our weariness, despite our lack. May we be enabled to joy in the God of our salvation.

 

Prayer Requests

  • For those who are facing major life decisions and cannot seem to hear His direction
  • For church members whose faces we miss seeing on Sundays
  • Praise for His sending us Pastor Ray and his love and dedication to our church
  • For us to look beyond ourselves and realize that He is the reason we are all here
 

May God be glorified in all that we do with sincere hearts who seek Him.

 

Quotes

“You just have to listen, even when you’re unsure of God’s answer. You just have to know He’s guiding you, even when it feels like you’re wandering in circles.” –Marisa Donnelly

 

“If you think you’ve blown God’s plan for your life, rest in this: you, my beautiful friend, are not that powerful.”

 

“O, to be more concerned about what He thinks and less concerned about what perishing mortals think.”                                                                                  — A.W. Pink