Chapter-a-Day Psalm 94

The Playhouse. But God became my hideout, God was my high mountain retreat, Psalm 94:22 (MSG) 

There aren't any mountains in Iowa. Sure, you have the steep bluffs along the Mississippi River Vally and again on the Missouri Valley, but nothing an Iowa boy could associate with a high mountain retreat. And, while I've been to a few mountains, it doesn't really resonate with me.

Our family's place on Lake of the Ozarks is the metaphor that comes to mind when I think of a hideout or a place to get away with God. "The Playhouse," as we call it, is settled back at the quiet end of a cove and has served as a refuge for family and friends. When my sister was going through her battle with cancer, it was the place she and her family went to recoup. When I need a quiet getaway from life, that's where I head. There's nothing like a cup of coffee with God on the dock, watching the sun rise over the cove to readjust your spirit.

I also understand that, what the Psalmist is driving at, is the reality that God's simple presence can be that refuge for me on a moment-by-moment, hour-by-hour basis. I can't pick up and go to The Playhouse whenever I desire. Through the long winter months The Playhouse is shuttered up until spring. But, I can still find the stillness of that quiet cup of coffee on the dock with God. The dock and the lake are great added effects, but God's presence is the core reason I find peace there.

God, help me find my refuge with you today in the car, in my office, and in my meetings. Transport me to that same peaceful place we find on the dock together. I need it in this crazy week.

 

One thought on “Chapter-a-Day Psalm 94”

  1. 12-ff How blessed the man you train, God,
    the woman you instruct in your Word,
    Providing a circle of quiet within the clamor of evil…..
    This verse gives a great description of what God’s “community” provides me. Small group, youth group, spending time with Christian friends in retreat….all of these things give me a peace that is difficult to describe. A circle of quiet in the clamor of evil. Exactly what I need.

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