“He will hide me in his shelter
in the day of trouble;
he will conceal me under the cover of his tent;
he will lift me high upon a rock.” Psalm 27:5
“In the cover of your presence you hide them
from the plots of men;
you store them in your shelter
from the strife of tongues.” Psalm 31:20
“He who dwells in the shelter of the Most High
will abide in the shadow of the Almighty.
I will say to the Lord, ‘My refuge and my fortress,
my God, in whom I trust.’
For he will deliver you from the snare of the fowler
and from the deadly pestilence.
He will cover you with his pinions,
and under his wings you will find refuge;
his faithfulness is a shield and buckler.
You will not fear the terror of the night,
nor the arrow that flies by day,
nor the pestilence that stalks in darkness,
nor the destruction that wastes at noonday...
Because you have made the Lord your dwelling place—
the Most High, who is my refuge—
no evil shall be allowed to befall you,
no plague come near your tent...
‘Because he holds fast to me in love, I will deliver him;
I will protect him, because he knows my name.
When he calls to me, I will answer him;
I will be with him in trouble;
I will rescue him and honor him.
With long life I will satisfy him
and show him my salvation.’” Psalm 91:1-6,9-10,14-16
The thrum of rain on the metal roof keeps on, and on. This storm is no fly-by. Constant pounding of a thousand heavy fingers meddles with my mind in its attempt to unnerve, and unsettle. Lightning crackles and startles, yet it cannot touch, water pelts in torrents, but cannot soak. Here under shelter, I am untouched. It is well with my soul.
It is hard to describe the peace that resides in the one secure in salvation. It is strong, yet not restrictive, an immovable bulwark that encircles with formidable gentleness. What Jesus has done for us is finished, so we are safe forever- buffeted, jarred, even injured, but held. His is a peace that passes human understanding. (John 10:28-29; 2 Corinthians 6:4-10; 11:24-28; Philippians 4:7)
If this is true, why do we get so shaken at circumstances? Why allow anxiety to rule our minds and stymie our sleep? Instead of dwelling on what we cannot control, would we intentionally, actively, trust the Controller? Rather than stewing over wrongs done to us and what-ifs going forward, would we meditate on the enthroned and merciful Redeemer? Would we eschew media-driven frenzy and fear and instead rest in our Lord’s powerful sovereignty? These unnatural fixations of the heart and mind take determination and spiritual discipline, but a rhythm of contemplation on what is true, and active trust, can establish for us new defaults.
How will we begin to alter our mindset? To turn our reactive thoughts upward and settle our emotions above? What new habits can we implement to tether us in God’s shelter against all that pelts and taunts? How might we today exercise faith in what is absolutely true? (Psalm 109:2-4; Colossians 3:1-2)
“My heart is steadfast, O God!
I will sing and make melody with all my being!..
For your steadfast love is great above the heavens;
your faithfulness reaches to the clouds.” (Psalm 108:1,4)