I cry to you, O YahwehI say, "You are my refuge,my portion in the land of the living."
That verse -- especially looking at it in both ESV and NLT -- brings a lot of things to mind.
You're my Hiding Place
Safe in Your embrace
I'm protected from the storm that rages
And when the waters rise
And I run to hide
It's in You I find my hiding place...
[Steven Curtis Chapman]
There are sooo many false things advertised as a safe hiding place. Home. Scholarships. College. Friends. Money. Power. Status. Country. Having a boyfriend (or girlfriend). Having a husband (or wife). A job. Even church.
A lot of these things are good things -- truly good, blessings from God. But they are not EVER to be our refuge. They all have storms of their own, they are all part of a fallen world. Even all God's blessings to us are NOT our inheritance -- not even on this earth!! GOD is our portion, our exceedingly great reward.
And I -- I want that to truly be all I am concerned with. Sure, I want to enjoy the material blessings as well. My time and chance at college. Being healthy. Christmas. The little things, like joking around with Ahndrew.
But far, FAR too often...
I can't see the sun for the daylightCan't feel Your breath for the wind... [Jars of Clay]
I get SO caught up in all the glorious greatness of what You have for me now that I get off-track of looking at You!
I am so sorry.
I have wasted a lot of time.
Please help me. To know You better. To live for You passionately and continually.
Amen.
[Written 12.24.08 about 12.23.08's devos. It's been interesting (but not surprising) how often, as I write about what I read, that turns into a prayer.]