A Place to Run

I have never known a time of war.

I have never known what it is like to feel threatened. Really threatened.

I have never been pursued by another which has put my life in danger.

I have only ever known safety.

I have only ever known comfort.

I have only ever know security.

I am very thankful for that.

Yet I am aware that it may mean that when I look at the world in which I live it can be easy to become hardened to problems, maybe even dismissive of the struggles and pain that others are experiencing. Comfort can make me immune to the discomfort others are feeling living with right now.

Everything is going well.

I don’t need a refuge.

I don’t need a safe place.

I don’t need protection.

At least not in the way that many across the globe would desire them.

Psalm 7 tells me that the Lord is my refuge. He saves. He delivers me. He protects me from my enemies. I may not be under fire from weapons or war but I can be under fire from situations and circumstances. Under fire from those around me. Perhaps under fire from myself, my own thinking, my own lack of wisdom. In those times I have a God who is there to help me, to shield me, to judge me, to keep me upright in heart, to protect my integrity, to not allow me to fall.

Lord, I am thankful that You have done this many times without me even realising. You have been my place to run to. You have been my safe place. You are all that I need when I need it. Therefore, just like the Psalmist wrote, ‘I will sing praise to the name of the Lord, the Most High.’