A Tale Of Finding Shelter

One thing that I have learned over the last few years is to set limits and to use the word, no.  I’ve actually gotten quite good at it.  If you don’t believe me, ask my kids.  

But unfortunately life has not listened to my warning signs or my declaration that I just can’t take one more thing on at this time.  It just keeps throwing new balls my way in the form of looming deadlines, weekends spent driving the kids places, changes at work, and opportunities that couldn’t have come at a worse time.  Balls that I am unable to say no to and circumstances that I must walk through.  

So how do I keep my joy in this chaos called life?  How do I keep from becoming a puddle on the floor or a screaming banshee when life presses in on all sides?  Well, I’ve learned that I must hide myself in Christ.  When I want to flee or tuck tail and run, I run to the arms of my Father. I choose to find shelter in His wings and rest for my weary soul by spending time soaking in His presence.  The more time I spend with Him, the more equipped I am to deal with all that life throws my way.

 So today, this week, this month, you will find me taking shelter under the shadow of His wings. For when my heart is overwhelmed, I run to the only place of safety, my foundation for all of life’s storms. I run to the Rock. I hope to find you there as well.