Place: home
Poison: toothpaste
Favourite things: catching up with people
Today as Max slept very early this morning I read psalm 34. I am aiming to make this my new practice. To preface my day with something fresh!
It really spoke to me on so many levels.
It’s funny though how for the rest of the day, meaning and reminders from the psalm kept on bouncing back to me as I chatted with friends.
The main thought…
What is it that I take refuge in?
Where do I gain my strength?
I’d love to say from God, from family, from my sense of self…
But today I started to see something else arise.
I saw that my strength often came from many other facets of my life.
I don’t want to live like this anymore. I want God to be my refuge. I want his ways to be my strength.
I want to live anew. Being recreated in his care.
I’m beginning to find a way to let go and allow the new season to flourish.
Refuge in one who sees beyond what I see.
Refuge in his strength not my own.
Refuge.
If I need refuge from the heaviness of this world, why shouldn’t others have this basic right also?
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