Yesterday, I trekked from Eastman with a car full of stuff that I regretted ever purchasing. Why did I buy such an awkward shaped lamp?! How come we have so many bathroom products?! I’m told this happens to people when they move. I’m calling it mover’s remorse.
This past week we uhaul-ed our furniture into a nice storage unit and are storing the rest of our things in my (very giving and gracious) parent’s garage. God has already provided for us in tangible ways as we transition to a new city. But I find myself exhausted from our efforts and constantly wondering where our new home will be. My heart longs to land on firm ground where I know the surrounding four walls aren’t temporary. It reminds me of what I so often heard with the community at Church on the Street. I’m looking for God to provide a home. Generally speaking, so are they. We all want stability and rest.
As a nomad in a new city, can God provide for me? Can He meet my needs right now? Can He meet the needs of our brothers and sisters on the streets? The obvious answer is yes, but the opaque answer to how He meets our needs takes a little more digging. What I long for – rest, stability, and peace can be lavished on me when I tap into the character and heart of God. Taking my Bible this morning I ask Jesus to come and meet me. He takes me to Psalm 91:
“He who dwells in the shelter of the Most High will abide in the shadow of the Almighty. I will say to the Lord, “My refuge and my fortress. My God, in whom I trust!” For it is He who delivers you from the snare of the trapper, and from the deadly pestilence. He will cover you with His pinions, and under His wings you may seek refuge; His faithfulness is a shield and bulwark.”
He says that He can be our dwelling place. When we’re desperate for stability He offers Himself as our home. He can be our one place in the world where we come back to every day to rest, live and let down our defenses. Could it be that this morning, I could take a step into His presence and find my longing for stability satiated even though I don’t know where we will live next week?
No matter our physical circumstance, Jesus can be our home.
He offers His wings as places of safety. Frankly, wings don’t sound very safe to me — they seem flimsy and easily penetrable. But what God is really offering are not the flimsy wings of a bird, but the nearness of His heart. He says — Come, be my beloved and I will fight for you as though you are mine. That’s what mother birds do with their young, they cover them with their wings. It’s not the wings that protect them, but the fierce love of the mother. Could it be that this morning when I’m longing for peace from all of the “what if’s”, God could take me under His wing and fight the attacks of the enemy for me?
No matter our physical circumstance, Jesus can be our peace.
The Holy Spirit calms me through His word this morning and stirs my heart to cry, “My refuge and my fortress. My God, in whom I trust!” I declare with my lips and heart that His word is true and find myself refreshed in His goodness. Won’t you join me beloved, in chasing after the heart of the Father?
Pause to Consider
— What physical circumstances seem overwhelming today?
–Do you have soul-longings this morning that haven’t been met?
–Will you decide to trust Him with all of your needs because He cares for you?
(I’m sorry this found you a day later than my usual posts! I pray that Jesus seasons your day with grace, just as He has done mine!)