I will say of the Lord, “He is my refuge and my fortress, my God, in whom I trust.” Psalms 91:2 NIV
Several years ago, we drove to the midwest to visit our families. Our route took us through the beautiful mountains of Pennsylvania. En route, we encountered high winds that rocked the car and torrential rain that made it difficult to see. As we passed under an overpass, we noticed several motorcyclists pulled off onto the shoulder, taking shelter from the elements. They had discovered a temporary refuge and fortress from the storm.
Sometimes in life, we may feel like those bikers caught in a storm. We become buffeted by the high winds of fear and doubt, soaked to the skin by distress, and weary from the constant exposure to bad news; wars, inflation, political posturing. There is only one place to run when that happens, to God. In Him, we can take refuge and find rest and serenity. Though the world rages around us, we find security in his never-changing stronghold. Then, like the bikers, once the storm had passed, refreshed, we can set out on our journey again.
God our refuge and fortress, we give you thanks. When the storms become too much for us to bear, you stand ready with open arms to provide comfort, peace, and tranquility. We pray for all those going through storms today that they may turn to you, our Holy Triune God. Amen.