Refuge

Tuesday in the First Week of Lent

God is in her citadels;
and is known to be her sure refuge.
Psalm 48:3

The snow squall comes on suddenly while clients are waiting outside to receive food from our pantry. We quickly open a room where folks can find refuge, with enough space for social distancing and an open door for ventilation. There are so many things to consider in a pandemic. 

A pandemic is its own kind of wilderness. Dangerous. Unknown. Abundant with fear and scare of resources. Nothing but endless, no matter which way you look. Even now with light visible at the end of the tunnel, for many, safety remains a hope rather than a reality.

During this pandemic, we have created our own places of refuge. In zoom meetings, in our homes, on walks, in creative endeavors. At the same time, familiar places of refuge have often been inaccessible, leaving us vulnerable and battered. And unexpected doors have opened, offering safety and restoration.

I remind myself once again that God is my refuge.  I am not on my own, not abandoned to my own resources or lack thereof. The holy One is sanctuary for all creatures, for all of creation.

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