Lenten Devotional: Thursday, April 11
I cry to you, O Lord;
I say, “You are my refuge,
my portion in the land of the living.”
Give heed to my cry,
for I am brought very low…
As a small child, I was frightened of sirens during the night. I would wake to the sirens, and open my eyes to the shadow of a soldier pointing his riﬂe at me. I would ﬂing oﬀ the covers and run to my parent’s room. Jumping into their warm bed, I was held with love. All was well. Even though the sirens hadn’t stopped, I was safe. I was held.
In my mind, I can still smell and feel the comfort of their warm bed and loving arms even though that refuge is long gone. As an adult, the sirens still don’t stop, pain and despair doesn’t necessarily end, and the life situation may not change or end the way we would like it to. Yet still, we are not alone. We have a refuge; we just need new eyes with which to recognize it, and cry for it. We have to make the choice to seek it, to recognize it, and to accept and trust it, even when the facts of our lives don’t, or can’t, or won’t, change.
I was drowning in an ocean of grief, and He caught my hand. My life and my situation did not change, but I was changed. I was renewed. My vision cleared, my strength returned, knowing that God’s loving arms full of Grace and Mercy, Light and Hope, were surrounding me, carrying me when I needed it, and would be there always.
He is in us, He is for us, He is with us. He hears our cry. May we open our hearts to hear and feel Him.