When I Needed Refuge
When I needed refuge
As the nights were lonely, sad, and filled with hopelessness, I was crying out to God for His confort. I felt so isolated and unprotected. This is what He spoke to my heart:
The Lord also will be a refuge for the oppressed, a refuge in times of trouble. And those who know your name will put their trust in you; for you, Lord, have not forsaken those who seek you ~ Psalm 9:10
He is my refuge, my strong tower. In this tower, I don’t have to protect myself anymore. He is my shield. He is the one who fights for me, who endures for me. When the enemy wants to hit me, Jesus is there to carry the blow. That’s what He did on the cross for me. He carried my pain, my suffering, my desperation, my weakness. I am made strong in Him when I am weak because He is strong.
He is a high tower. That tower is elevated above flood water, earthly disasters and anything that humanly affects my life. Whatever I am facing now is earthly bound but my tower is high, elevated, sited at the right hand of God. This high tower conquered all earthly sins, pain, suffering, sickness, addiction, torment and rose again to sit at the highest place possible in heaven. He is my high tower and I am sitting in Him in heavenly places. When earthly disaster comes knocking on my door, I am protected. I am safe. I am in Him.
He is a stronghold. He is my stronghold. When I abide in Him, nothing can take me out. He is a stronghold; He cannot be shaken or taken. He will not fail. He will not move and regardless of how strong and persistent the enemy is, He will remain and because I am in Him, I will remain. He is a stronghold, a place that has been fortified. He has been fortified by the things He endured and conquered. He is a stronghold, a place where provision is. The attacks can go on for a long time but there is provision in this stronghold because He is all sufficient. This stronghold doesn’t need to be set up or replenished because He is the Great I Am and what I need is all found in that I Am.
He covers me with His wings. There is healing under the shadow on His wings. When I run to Him in times of trouble, I hide under the shadow of His wings and I am healed. Whatever wounded me on the battlefield, regardless of how big or small the injury is, there is healing under His wings. I come under the warmth of His protection and His love heals me. This is not only a physical healing but an emotional one, a spiritual one, a relational one. Under the shadow of His wings, He quiets me, He quiets my fear, He quiets everything that is raging war in me.
He is my shield. He stands before me and takes on the fiery darts of the enemy. He does not let the arrow hurt me by day or night. Sure, the arrows are shot but they can’t prosper against me. He is my shield and covers my entire body, mind, emotions, and relations.
He is my refuge, my high tower, my stronghold, my shield, and He covers me under the shadow of His wings. My only chance of survival is there, in Him. When I chose to remain in Him, He is all of that to me. When I choose to abide in Him, He can be all of that to me. It is my choice. It is your choice.