I am naming Psalm 91 as the psalm for our new home.
You see, we need a little shelter and refuge right now. We signed the papers for our dream home on Saturday and then left on Sunday for Nathan's week-long grad class. When we came back to clean and paint before the big move, we found our beautifully carpeted finished basement flooded. Alarms were going off and our dreams were destroyed.
It appears we were mislead before the sale and our new home has cathedral ceilings, oak cabinets, built-in closets, and a history of serious flooding problems.
We are, in a word, heartbroken.
So I'm sitting amid boxes while my husband is talking with insurance adjusters, cleaning specialists, and our realtor. What was supposed to be our final move into settlement and security is postponed indefinitely and my spirits are as soggy as the rug in our guest room.
But God is still good. And He is here in the middle of the mess.
I don't particularly rejoice in disaster when it strikes. Who does? But after all that we have been through these past few years: disability, job insecurity, robbery, natural disasters, relocating, and pain, I have the firm knowledge that He draws us closer and covers me with His feathers when the rain starts to fall. And it is in that bittersweet moment of devastation and protection that we see clearer, hear stronger, and know surer that He is there.
I had so longed for a solid, beautiful dwelling place.
And I thought it would be at 1905 1st. Ave.
Turns out my refuge,
my fortress,
my high and safe place
has been with me all along.
You see, we need a little shelter and refuge right now. We signed the papers for our dream home on Saturday and then left on Sunday for Nathan's week-long grad class. When we came back to clean and paint before the big move, we found our beautifully carpeted finished basement flooded. Alarms were going off and our dreams were destroyed.
It appears we were mislead before the sale and our new home has cathedral ceilings, oak cabinets, built-in closets, and a history of serious flooding problems.
We are, in a word, heartbroken.
So I'm sitting amid boxes while my husband is talking with insurance adjusters, cleaning specialists, and our realtor. What was supposed to be our final move into settlement and security is postponed indefinitely and my spirits are as soggy as the rug in our guest room.
But God is still good. And He is here in the middle of the mess.
I don't particularly rejoice in disaster when it strikes. Who does? But after all that we have been through these past few years: disability, job insecurity, robbery, natural disasters, relocating, and pain, I have the firm knowledge that He draws us closer and covers me with His feathers when the rain starts to fall. And it is in that bittersweet moment of devastation and protection that we see clearer, hear stronger, and know surer that He is there.
I had so longed for a solid, beautiful dwelling place.
And I thought it would be at 1905 1st. Ave.
Turns out my refuge,
my fortress,
my high and safe place
has been with me all along.
He who dwells in the shelter of the Most High
Will abide in the shadow of the Almighty.
I will say to the LORD, "My refuge and my fortress,
My God, in whom I trust!"
For it is He who delivers you from the snare of the trapper
And from the deadly pestilence.
He will cover you with His pinions,
And under His wings you may seek refuge;
His faithfulness is a shield and bulwark.
Will abide in the shadow of the Almighty.
I will say to the LORD, "My refuge and my fortress,
My God, in whom I trust!"
For it is He who delivers you from the snare of the trapper
And from the deadly pestilence.
He will cover you with His pinions,
And under His wings you may seek refuge;
His faithfulness is a shield and bulwark.
For you have made the LORD, my refuge,
Even the Most High, your dwelling place.
No evil will befall you,
Nor will any plague come near your tent.
For He will give His angels charge concerning you,
To guard you in all your ways.
They will bear you up in their hands,
That you do not strike your foot against a stone.
Even the Most High, your dwelling place.
No evil will befall you,
Nor will any plague come near your tent.
For He will give His angels charge concerning you,
To guard you in all your ways.
They will bear you up in their hands,
That you do not strike your foot against a stone.
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Though if you had a moment of human nautre appear in the form of words, thoughts, or actions that is totally understandable. :)
Love you!
Michele