Day Eleven: Finding Refuge in the midst of a storm

In the midst of a storm it becomes essential to find refuge. It is so easy to give into the anxiety when it feels like your world is ending. You need that stability. Satan would have us all as wanderers without a home. He loves the chaos that is happening around the world today. His minions would push for a world without hope, where everyone is under their power. Oh, they talk a good game as they lure you in with false promises.

I felt the tightening of restrictions as this damn virus spreads. I sensed that many are seeking that refuge as the things they depended on fall away. Yes, I've learned over the past ten years that nothing is permanent. I admittedly depended on the church, but that too has fallen away. Many churches are closing, and thus taking away that source of refuge for the disenfranchised among us. Yes, I do know that the government hasn't as yet forced churches to close. The message is clear. "There is no refuge here."

The lure of doing everything online has sentenced the disenfranchised to oblivion. Yet as I read Psalms 91:2 (KJV) which reads: "I will say of the Lord, He is my refuge and my fortress: my God: In him will I trust." I realize that we can't depend on the churches. Our focus should be on the Lord, as we pray for the disenfranchised that they may find refuge in the Lord in the midst of this storm.

My heart is heavy, but my spirit leans on my refuge, the Lord Jesus Christ.