Refuge

For the past 6-12 months, I have lived and believed that God is my refuge more than ever. The attacks from the enemy and the trials of this life have been great, though we have kept much of it private. I have studied the Psalms and a wonderful friend has texted me many Psalms to pray aloud and cling to. I have prayed Psalms aloud, over my home and my children. I have praised God for what He has done and is doing to fight the battles for us all. I know we need only be still, but I admit that is a weakness of mine in my Christian walk. My trust is BIG, for I know the One who holds me in the palm of His hand and sings and rejoices over me. I know we are in His will as we live and love in Denver, beyond a shadow of a doubt. He is my refuge and strength and has for sure been an always present help in these months of troubles. Praise Him with me as we see follow Him on good days and bad!
“For God alone, O my soul, wait in silence, for my hope is from him.
He alone is my rock and my salvation, my fortress; I shall not be shaken.
On God rests my salvation and my glory; my mighty rock, my refuge is God.
Trust in Him at ALL times, O people; pour out your heart before Him; God is a refuge for us.” Psalm 62:5-8

We had family portraits taken last weekend and I cried as I viewed the proofs. I saw evidence of God’s goodness, of the fact that the love He has given Eric and I is indeed a strand of three cords, not easily broken and that the trials the 4 of us have faced haven’t dimmed the light of our true joy, found only in Him!