An older woman closes her eyes on a full, heavy afternoon. She pictures God — not as an idea but as a presence, near and warm. She imagines Him covering her like a warm blanket pulled close. The noise does not disappear. The worries do not vanish. But something shifts inside her chest — the noise becomes distant, the worries stop pressing so hard. She opens her eyes a little steadier and says quietly: “That is what I needed.”
Tag: Hiding Place
His Refuge, Your Hiding Place
David spent years sleeping in caves, hunted and afraid. But when he sat down to write Psalm 46, he did not call the cave his refuge. He called God his refuge. The shelter he had been looking for was never a place. It was a Person.