Thursday, April 25, 2013

Running for Safety

The noise startled him, and he bolted straight for me.

At the mall, my two-year-old grandson, Asher, was fascinated by the train. All three of the boys stood, waving at it as it went by.

train at mall

The “engineer” pulled the train whistle right in front of us. Though not terribly loud, it was close enough to scare Asher. He ran straight to me, raising him arms to be picked up. Once there, he buried his face against my shoulder and nestled in. After a minute, he looked up at me, then his face lit up as he once again turned to look at the train, smiling and waving.

He instinctively ran to me so he could lean on me, and look for confirmation that I was in control. Once he saw that I was not afraid, his fear was calmed, assured that I am a safe place for him.

I want to be a two-year-old again.

When I am scared…lonely…overwhelmed, I want my first instinct to be to run to my Father. As I draw close, my perspective changes. When I focus on Him, it’s no longer about the circumstances; it’s about the One who is with me in the midst of them. Because He is bigger than anything going on. I look at Him, and knowing He is in control, I can relax.

Everything looks different when He holds me. There, I am safe.

Those who live in the shelter of the Most High will find rest in the shadow of the Almighty. This I declare about the Lord: He alone is my refuge, my place of safety; he is my God, and I trust him.                                                                         Psalm 91:1-2

Further reflection:

1. Do you ever feel overwhelmed by circumstances? Afraid?

2. Where do you go for comfort?

3. How might it be different if you went to the One who is bigger than your circumstances?

Father, thank You that You are my safe place. No matter what else is going on—change or tumult or trials—You are there. You are my “Abba”; bigger than any circumstance. Help me to have the same childlike faith that Asher does, so that when I run to you I am calmed by Your presence.

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