There are days I just want to hide myself away.
Days where I say something dumb, forget to do something important, or simply look like I should have stayed home in bed. On the worst days, all three at the same time.
As much as I want to stay in hiding, tucked comfortably under my squooshy duvet, listening to my Hope cat purr as she snores beside me, I know deep down that this is only (albeit a lovely option) a temporary solution for me.
I have a rock solid, impenetrable refuge to hide in.
One where I am tucked tightly underneath the shelter of His wings.
When things head downhill in my life, I head for His presence.
He is my Hope.
He never fails me.
Always adores me.
Constantly with me.
He never lets me go.
He whispers promises.
Sings me love songs.
Accepts me as me.
Delights over me.
As attractive as my bed may look at 5:45 in the morning, knowing my soul can escape to my forever home with Him in the blink of an eye keeps me hopeful, no matter what I am facing.
And I have faced enough doozies in my life to not need any more:
Loss of loved ones
Loss of income
And God has proven Himself to be more than enough for and through every single one of them.
My true refuge.