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