“Lord, through all the generations you have been our home.” Psa. 90:1

To be honest with you, I’ve struggled with what I’m to write to you about this month. Why? Because its content convicts me. Just thought you should know.

Our hearts are continually wrenched over the chaos that swirls around innocent people who are suddenly and brutally uprooted from their homes and lives as they’ve know them because of the ravages of wars, floods, fires and God knows what else. They’ve lost so much. I see their dazed eyes. I feel their pain. I cry for them. I pray for them.

I’ve also had to ask myself, “What if that were me?”

In His divine wisdom, the Holy Spirit has had me revisit an article I had written in 1981 for a Christian periodical. It was about one of many frightening experiences we had while living through war in Beirut, Lebanon, titled, “My Home is God”

These excerpts from it bare the reason for me to check myself out again.

“An explosion split the darkness with such force one night that we were literally thrown out of our beds, finding ourselves besieged with the life-threatening sights and sounds of a hate war. I looked in the semi-darkness at all our “things”… which seemed to fade away in a fleeting mirage….pictures on the walls vibrating as if in mockery…and that’s when it happened. God said it loud and clear. “Esther, I am your home.”

Now, in the realities of 2017, in my even more “comfy, cozy home” with all my “things”, I need to remind myself that there are no truly safe, earthly lodging places, no earthly walls of security.

And, applying these literal truths spiritually…

“You who live in the shelter of the Most High

and lodge under the shadow of the Almighty, who say,

‘The Lord is my safe retreat,’ He will snatch you from the raging tempest

because you have made the Lord your habitation.”

Psalm 91:1-4

 I leave the thought with you…

for such a (tumultuous) time as this.

Esther