Your Safe Place

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Standing at the window watching the downpour, I realize why I love rain so much. The sound of thunder and lightning always reminds me of my mother.

As a dry land farmer’s daughter from West Texas, we always asked God for “moisture” in our family. My mother wasn’t particularly specific about how it should come. Mist counted, and the fog was better than nothing. I can still hear her soft, rhythmic voice asking our Heavenly Provider for this much-needed resource.

When the rain did come, especially in the summer, it was usually with force — a heavy pelting with a good chance of accompanying hail. Yet, even as the clouds rolled in and the skies darkened, I knew I was in for a treat. Not only was I to experience answered prayer, but I also had a unique vantage point from which to do so: my mother’s lap.

When thunder rumbled, and lightning flashed, my mother and I sat at our screen door to watch the spectacle. We usually snuggled in silence unless the intensity of the storms caused my mother to voice her otherwise inaudible prayers. Sometimes, we watched it hail or crouched in an interior bathroom awaiting a tornado to pass. My mother may have been afraid but never communicated that fear to me. I always felt safe there, nestled beside her.

Today, as we read the headlines, the storms of our world have grown intense. The uproar of our economy, employment, and upcoming elections echo on our soil while the thunder of disease and hunger rumble in the distance. There seems much to fear.

And yet, as I watch it rain this morning, I realize I again have a safe place to go, far above the whirlwind of terror and tyranny.

It’s not a place of emotion or understanding. I can’t go there with my feelings or through my lofty thoughts. No, it’s higher than my comprehension and far surpasses all my emotional sentiments.

I climb here through supplication with thanksgiving and snuggle into warmth by ascending above the rabble of the news. Quite simply, it’s a Place infinitely larger than me. These Arms are a safe place, and I settle into my Spiritual Refuge, far above what my mind and emotions can see.

The peace of God, which surpasses all comprehension, shall guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus” (Philippians 4:7).

I am delighted to find that when I go to my Safe Place, He does His part by putting a guard around my heart and mind. I need that. His protection is like that of a military guard, stationing Himself between any hostile invasion that might come into His place of refuge. Indeed “the Lord is the defense of my life, whom shall I dread” (Psalm 27:1).

Now, O Lord, guard me against wandering off. I faithe Your safety. Guard me against meandering back into fear, Amen.