It’s not often what we picture when we picture God, but it is a reference made several times throughout Scripture.
We can seek shelter in Him. Not just a roof. Not just walls. Sanctuary. Refuge.
He does not simply pragmatically provide us with protection. (In fact, we know He often doesn’t provide protection when we hope He will, right?)
God shields us with the comfort of a mother’s embrace.
David knows this is available to Him. And so, in Psalm 61, when his heart is weary, that shelter is what he seeks from God.
Hear my cry, O God; listen to my prayer.
From the ends of the earth I call to you, I call as my heart grows faint; lead me to the rock that is higher than I. For you have been my refuge, a strong tower against the foe.
I long to dwell in your tent forever and take refuge in the shelter of your wings. – Psalm 61:1-4
I long for that, too. I want to be embraced under the wings of God. I can’t imagine a more lovely place to call home.
This Psalm series is a discipline, y’all. (I’m not southern, that just seemed like the correct word to use at this moment.)
Tonight, I didn’t want to write the post. And honestly, I don’t have much in me, hence the shortness of what I have above.
I have had several busy days in a row. Good days. Days in which I have chosen to be fully present. Enjoying moments more and worrying about my blog less.
This post snuck up on me.
And, to be honest, that’s not unusual because I so often don’t want to be here. The series has regularly been annoying. It sometimes makes me want to slug David in the face.
Yet I cannot describe in words how valuable it has been for me to show up week after week with Psalm after Psalm.
This discipline of showing up each week to write and wrestle with a text, of being forced to not skip over challenging verses, of not missing reading because it’s a challenging time, it takes my biblical engagement to a new and deeper level.
I believe in the power of these words of Scripture to transform each of us. And sometimes, maybe often, that happens in unexpected ways.
I take refuge in the shelter of Your wings.
Maybe I find my way to Your wings through Your Word. Finding that in these ancient texts, your arm is stretched out wide, ready to welcome me.
In You I find shelter. Comfort. Love. Meaning.
You are my Mother Bird. Hold me tight. Strengthen my fainting heart and sing me into Your peace.
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