An older woman sits in her chair, heart a little faster than it should be, thoughts moving in circles. No crisis — just that familiar, unnamed heaviness. Before she knows what to pray, her lips move almost on their own: “Help me, Lord.” Three words. No explanation. And then — peace. Not an answer yet. Not clarity. Just peace. That is the sequence she has learned across a lifetime: His presence enters first. And in entering, He changes everything about what it feels like to be in the room.
Tag: Psalm 46:1
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.