A Safe Place to Land

A colleague phoned me early yesterday morning. “Do you have a minute? Can you come up and see me.”

The timing was perfect. We both get to work early morning and no one else was around. I walked upstairs to her office.

So much is going on in her life. She is overwhelmed. From a mother with dementia to a son stuck in a conflict zone; from changes in her department to physical storms – it’s all too much.

So many of us feel like this right now. It’s all too much.

All around us physical and emotional storms are raging. From a horrific bombing in Mogadishu to the triggered trauma of #metoo and the number of women who know what it is like to be groped, grabbed, and assaulted; from worldwide tragedy to personal pain – It’s all too much.

We need peace. We need shelter. We need a soft spot to lay down our burdens, we need a safe place to land.

It’s during these times that I go to the Psalms. I read Psalm 91 and I am not disappointed. Today, this is my safe place to land.

He who dwells in the shelter of the Most High

will rest in the shadow of the Almighty.

I will say of the Lord, “He is my refuge and my fortress,

my God, in whom I trust.”

Surely he will save you

from the fowler’s snare

and from the deadly pestilence.

He will cover you with his feathers,

and under his wings you will find refuge

Psalm 91:1-4

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5 thoughts on “A Safe Place to Land”

Amen!

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YES. Thank you Marilyn. We are feeling this too!! Does this email come to you?? Michael

Michael V Pollock Cell 443-797-7093 mvp.at.work@gmail.com http://www.daraja.us

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“He who watches over you will not slumber; indeed, He who watches over Israel will neither slumber nor sleep.” Psalm 121:3,4 How reassuring to know that He does not tire of our weariness but is always present, our safe place.

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Reblogged this on Journeys of the Broken Duck and commented:
This was my father’s place of refuge when he was alone in China after mom and we five kids had fled to Sri Lanka (Ceylon) December 1949. There was constant shooting all around his abode at times. As he read this Psalm he found peace. Sometimes the verses from Psalm 91:5-7 were a tangible reality as people were dying in the neighborhood. He came out of China safely and joined the family eleven months after we were separated.

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