Every other refuge in which you may seek safety and rest will, sooner or later, turn out to be a refuge of lies; but the refuge to be found in Jesus will never disappoint your hopes: it will abide forever. Anonymous quote in a nineteenth-century tract
I’m reminded last night at dinner just how far I’ve come and what a refuge my faith has been to me as I from my illness. As we talked with our daughter about all that we’d seen while in San Francisco and the beautiful walks we’d gone on, she looked at me with pride. “Mom, look at what you are able to do now. Remember when we went shopping in the mountains a few years ago and you needed your cane? You didn’t know what each day would be like.”
I remembered that time vividly. It was one of the best times I had ever spent with my daughter, but I almost didn’t go. It also happened to be one of the worst times in my life.
Always worried about how I looked, what people would think, if my daughter would see me as weak, etc. I was almost robbed of one of the best moments in my life because of fear and pride.
That’s how the evil one works. He slowly chips away at our joy, our peace, our refuge in Jesus – one moment at a time.
The way to beat this is to trust in Christ and abide in His love and His promise: one moment at a time. Don’t get caught up in the chaos all around you. Move through it, trusting that you are already safely on the other side. Remember – we are never walking alone.
For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future. Then you will call on me and come and pray to me, and I will listen to you.” Jeremiah 29:12-13 (NIV)
As I was saying my prayers last night, I thanked God for my family and friends and for all the blessings we have in this life that we take for granted; for giving us this time here in San Francisco with our daughter and her boyfriend; and for allowing me to see the mountains I have climbed, now in the distance, with a new perspective gained that will carry me through the next part of my journey. I wonder if God planned all this to take place in this city of mammoth hills on my husband’s 50th birthday just to put an exclamation point on this journey. I love the way He works.
What is your refuge of faith? What trials have you made it through today?
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