These were not God sized dreams– these were dreams of the enemy who comes to steal kill and destroy. I woke up having to remind myself the truth that God is good.
This morning God kept giving me the word REFUGE.
Place of shelter.
God is my refuge.
I guess this past week I’ve been processing all that has happened with my Dad in the past 38 something days. This ride… this journey.
God has been there
God has been good
God has been faithful
All the time.
But it’s so easy to get afraid.
To watch my hero Dad suffer and it just break your heart.
To be with mom and dad as they are back at their home but nothing in their lives in normal.
To go everyday to the hospital and see people hooked up to chemo fighting the battle of their lives.
So this morning: I needed the reminder that God is a refuge!
This was some of the verses I read…
Psalms 57:1 Be merciful to me, O God, be merciful to me! For my soul trusts in you, and in the shadow of your wings I will make my refuge, until these calamities have passed.
Psalms 34:9 O taste and see that the Lord our God is good! Blessed is the woman who trusts and takes refuge in Him!
So about this whole taking refuge in the shadow of His wings. Let me tell you about a little bird experience I had this week.
ok.. this is a simple little bird. a little Chickadee. But it didn’t look so cute when it was swooping at my head Thursday night… dive bombing me!
So I babysat for my precious niece and nephew and took them on an aunt nenn date to chickfila so their parents could go on a date.
We came home before they did and my little 4 year old nephew went in the sis’s house first while I was getting baby hope out. He came out giggling and said Aunt Nenn there is a bird in the house.
I thought a fake bird.
Nope, he kept giggling and in a high pitch squeal he said a real bird.
And yep.. somehow a bird had gotten in there small low ceiling house. It was a bird like pictured above.
And it swooped down to my head, throwing poop as it flew.
not much scared me.. but well. this did.
I screamed.. and tried to protect baby hopes head. In my head this bird was a vulture.
So began this hilarious 10 minute thing where I called michelle’s husband in a mixed scream/doubled over laughing.. there is a bird in your house come now.
Alex was doubled over laughing with his whole 4 year old self. He kept throwing things at the bird to make it swoop at aunt nenns head.
It was quite the hilarious scene.
I didn’t even think to get it out.
Todd came.. and with all his bird getting rid of skill He got a broom stick and blankets and shooed the bird out of the house!
I had no intention of taking refuge under the shadow of its wings because I was running from it.
Do we/I run from our God’s refuge when we are in difficulty?
What do I/you run to for comfort?
God wants to remind you/me
Run to me
Rest in the shadow of my wings
Don’t run from me Jenn
Don’t run from Him friend.