Wednesday, October 26, 2011
Truths In The Cracks Of Life
Staring up at a white plaster ceiling, I asked myself. What does it mean for God to be my refuge right now?
I asked again during a long day at work, partially deaf in an awkward isolated silence.
I asked again when I came home from ten hours at work and wanted raspberry white chocolate scones and not because I was hungry.
I asked again when I agreed to go running for the first time in months with a friend who runs almost everyday.
God being my refuge means I'm safe when I can't interact with people how I usually do - I don't need to rely on my social skills to ensure I am loved*.
It means I'm safe to rely on Him rather than food,- because He satisfies*.
It means I'm safe to go running and be ready to fail and be out of breath because failure would not be the end of the world.
God being my refuge means replacing lies with truth. It means studying to know how to answer the lies that creep and crawl like lichen on forest trees. I know the wide truths - the love, the mercy, the wonderful justice - but I want to know how they fit into each tiny crack of my life. God is my refuge.
Let your steadfast love be upon us, Oh Lord, even as we hope in you.
God, you are my refuge, right now.
Listening to Fair - Disappearing World
Linking with Imperfect Prose