{Psalm 91:1-2 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.}
And, as I've been learning lately, my refuge.
In the midst of our insecurities, in the midst of our fears, in the midst of our guilt and our shame, he stands with open arms.
When we're afraid that we're not enough, afraid that someone will leave, afraid that we will never find a place to call home, he is there.
When I cry alone, he is there.
When I'm with lots of people and don't know what to say or how to say it, he is there.
When I sit and wonder if I can do what God is calling me to do, he is there.
On the days when I workout and actually do my hair and study stats, he is there, and when I'm lazy and do one pushup and leave my hair a curly mess and "study" Pinterest (*wink, wink*), he's there.
He is there, and I can run and throw myself into his arms.
He is there, and I can hide from the chaos surrounding my mind.
He is there, because he loves me completely and with no reserves.
He is my refuge, and in that moment, that is all I need.
He is my refuge, and that is enough.
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