Seeking shelter is our first reaction when storms come brewing our way. We whip out our umbrellas, a temporal and frail weapon of defense against the mighty winds and torrential rain. But we yearn for something more permanent. A stronghold to seek refuge. A bus stop, a train station, a mall and even our own homes. But even these things cannot withstand the mighty typhoons and hurricanes. In a blink of an eye, these ‘permanent’ shelters get ripped apart, and we’re left stranded, seeking shelter once again. And the cycle continues. So what hope is there then?
The Psalmist writes “God is our refuge and strength, an ever-present help in trouble. Therefore we will not fear, though the earth give way and the mountains fall into the heart of the sea, though its waters roar and foam and the mountains quake with their surging”
That’s my solution to the storms of life and as I write this, I remind myself that He is my shelter, my help in times of need, my light at the end of the tunnel.