When I was growing up, I found a safe place to go when I needed to be by myself. Sometimes it was because I was in trouble, sometimes when I was scared, sometimes when I was a worrywart. This refuge was in the attic of our house, a spot finished and furnished, which included two dormers. The dormers were windows that were vertical to a slanted roof. The space by each window was just enough for me to curl up with a book, to escape the cares, insecurities and problems that were a part of my life.
Psalm 14 describes some personal troubles that represent this psalmist’s generation of corruption. Toward the end of the psalm, there is a glimpse of grace and hope. Describing God as a refuge, a sanctuary, a safe place is a remarkable gift. It is our God whose welcoming arms wrap around us when troubles and temptations (the terrible twos!) are too close for comfort. At times when I’m praying, I try to imagine sitting on God’s lap as I am hugged and held close to God’s heart. Ah, what a refuge, what a sanctuary, what a safe place.
Dear God, please protect me and hold me close to your heart. Remind me that you are always a safe place. Amen. — LW