A Rock and a Refuge
"For who is God, but the LORD? And who is a rock, except our God? This God is my strong refuge and has made my way blameless." (2 Samuel 22:32-33).
For five years I lived in an area that was susceptible to tornadoes. We knew this when we built our little house on the prairie but I considered the possibility of a twister taking out our place was slim—I could see miles and miles of flatland. Why would our tiny home ever be a target?
Then it happened.
I huddled under the stairs with my two daughters and a young girl who had come over to babysit (thank God I hadn’t left yet). We wrapped ourselves around exposed two by fours and listened as hail pelted our roof and fierce winds blew. Coming out of our hiding place a few minutes later, our phone was ringing off the hook with neighbors who had seen the cone pass over our home. Thankfully, the tip did not drop down, but our heavy patio set was off the deck, a few shingles ripped loose and a trail of hail led away from our house and down the naked field.
God is our refuge. He held back the destruction for sure.
After that day, whenever we drove the flat highways, I was conscious of where the nearest overpass, ditch or culvert was in relation to where we were on our travels. Refuge had taken on a whole new meaning to me.
Don’t wait until the storm is raging to find your safe place of refuge. Search Him out now and then hold on tight to the Rock. He is mighty to save.