Slightly Obsessed #065 "Fortress" (Wednesday Devo) by Pamela Thorson on 2014-03-19 07:52:10
He looks at the earth, and it trembles;
He touches the mountains, and they smoke. – Psalm 104:32
This week television cameras caught the moment a 4.4 quake rocked parts of Southern California. Newscasts were in progress at the moment the quake hit. Replays of the footage showed newscasters caught off-guard in the middle of their broadcasts. Some sat with apprehension at their desks; others were overcome with fear and dove unceremoniously for cover.
Although California is used to occasional shocks, it’s been several years since it’s had a significant quake. This one was followed by smaller shocks. Experts have been warning for years that a monster earthquake there is inevitable. No one knows when the Big One will hit.
But residents there know the damage that has been done and the lives that have been lost to previous quakes. They instinctively run for safety when the shaking starts.
A desk. A doorway. Anything that might offer protection for the moment.
We do this in other ways, too. Memories of past tragedies and failures are triggered by an event that shakes up our world. We react in fear and dive for any available cover. Anything to give us the illusion of security.
Bad relationships. Drugs. Sex. Alcohol. Work. Dark places disguised as doorways to safety.
Then one day our world falls down. The Big One hits and everything crashes in around us. We’re crushed in the rubble of a destroyed life.
It doesn’t have to be this way.
There is a fortress, a refuge from the pain, a safe place from the enemy of our souls. God has promised us security within His walls. Jesus Christ is our champion, our king, our advocate and fierce protector. He is the all-knowing, all-powerful, all-seeing God.
Nothing can separate us from His love. Nothing. The earth can split in half beneath our feet, and God will deliver us safely into His kingdom.
Feel your world shaking? Never fear. Run to the fortress. God is waiting for you, and the door’s open.
God is our refuge and strength,
A very present help in trouble.
Therefore we will not fear, though the earth should change
And though the mountains slip into the heart of the sea. –Psalm 46:1-2
About Pamela Thorson:
Pamela Thorson is a licensed practical nurse, author, and full-time caregiver. She pioneered in the homeschooling movement from 1982-2006 and authored her first book, Song in the Night, in 2008. She resides in the Northwest with her family.
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