I cry out to the Lord;

I plead for the Lord’s mercy.

I pour out my complaints before him and tell him all my troubles.

When I am overwhelmed, you alone know the way I should turn…

Then I pray to you, O Lord.

I say, “You are my place of refuge.

You are all I really want in life.” 

from Psalm 142

A place of refuge.

Too often I try to create one, rather than dwell in the refuge of the Lord.

I feel it today. I am overwhelmed by clutter and chaos, and I am hearing the lie that if only I had everything peacefully put away, then I would be content.

Not true.

It’s easy to busy myself when I should be still.