Desperate For Refuge
Deep inside I’m just flat exhausted. Physically, mentally, emotionally, and even spiritually I’m running on fumes. You see, I don’t think you can separate these areas. All of you matters to God and contributes to one’s overall health. Just the fact that I’ve only slept a few hours the past two nights has enough potential to take me totally down.
I’ve got a whole lot weighing on my mind and going on in my life. I feel like I’m in the fight of my life. The condition of my body alone is holding me hostage minute by minute. To go anywhere or do anything takes more energy than I have at this time. I’ve not taken an intentional leisurely walk in over a month.
I know I’m in the eye of a huge category five storm. The wind is whipping and the rain is pouring. I’m spending most of my time just taking cover. Any energy used I’m making sure it’s not wasted. I peak my head out occasionally just to see if the storm is settled. Then, I quickly return back to my prayer closet. I’m bathing everything in prayer as most around me just can’t be fixed by man. Thank God I have a refuge in the midst of the storm that would otherwise destroy me.
“God is our refuge and strength, always ready to help in times of trouble. So we will not fear when earthquakes come and the mountains crumble into the sea. Let the oceans roar and foam. Let the mountains tremble as the waters surge!”