There is this place. A refuge of complete safety with a foundation firmer than bedrock and walls stronger than diamonds. While rumors of fear and disaster may reach the hearts of those sheltering there they will never be disturbed. Is it Utopia? No, for it is not made with human hands. Is it paradise? No, for neither is it a creation of God. Is it make-believe then? No, for voices ancient and fresh give breath to its reality. How do you find this place? The doorway to this refuge is whispered in the silence of our souls.
One ancient voice declares of this refuge, “Let all that I am wait quietly before God, for my hope is in him. He alone is my rock and my salvation, my fortress where I will not be shaken. My victory and honor come from God alone. He is my refuge, a rock where no enemy can reach me. O my people, trust in him at all times. Pour out your heart to him, for God is our refuge” (Psalm 62:5–8, NLT)
The place you see is God himself. He is our hope. He is our rock and salvation. He is our unshakable fortress. Every victory, triumph, and win comes from Him. Every honor, accolade, and celebration is from His hand. He is the place of refuge where no enemy, be they human or demonic, can reach or breach.
This refuge is not found on maps nor can electronic wizardry calculate a path to its door. It is only found when feelings, imaginations, thoughts, worries, concerns, and logical processes of the mind are stilled; when every fiber of our being is listening and waiting before God.
Just like it is possible to be alone in a crowd it is possible to find this quiet refuge in the noisest and most chaotic moments of life. For the doorway of refuge, the quietness of soul, can be found even when the vilest cacophony fills the ears.
In this refuge, we can trust God with everything. He doesn’t ask us to check our baggage at the door but to pour our hearts out to Him. God is our refuge. He is mightier than anything shaking our world. The secret, of course, is to regularly enter when all is truly quiet so when the storm does rage our soul is quick to take refuge for it knows the path well.
There is this place. A refuge of complete safety. Have you found it?
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