Lizzy only started walking within the last few weeks. She was 18-months-old by the time she took her first steps. And I knew this was pretty late. The doctor told me not to worry, but of course, I did.
I ran to my places of refuge.
First, I ran to history, family history to be precise. I recalled that Dan and I were both late walkers. Not this late, but pretty late.
But my worries weren’t fully relieved.
Next, I ran for help. I thought about our insurance and whether it would cover physical therapy for her, if this continued. And I found comfort in it, but not enough.
Then, I counted the expense of therapy, even if insurance didn’t cover it all. And I found some comfort in our limited savings in the bank.
After I ran to all these places of refuge, in a matter of a few seconds, I realized that the comfort and security I found was all based on shifting sand. These weren’t true sources of comfort.
Why didn’t I run to God first?
I keep doing this. The last place I go is to God.
Why isn’t he first?
He’s the solid rock, the comforter. He should be my first and only place of refuge. And my head knows this, but obviously, my heart has a lot to learn.
What about you? When you have a trial, where do your thoughts go first for comfort, security, and peace?
“The LORD is my rock and my fortress and my deliverer,
my God, my rock, in whom I take refuge,
my shield, and the horn of my salvation,
my stronghold and my refuge,
my savior; you save me from violence.
I call upon the LORD, who is worthy to be praised,
and I am saved from my enemies.
“For the waves of death encompassed me,
the torrents of destruction assailed me;
the cords of Sheol entangled me;
the snares of death confronted me.
“In my distress I called upon the LORD;
to my God I called.
From his temple he heard my voice,
and my cry came to his ears.
(2 Samuel 22:2-7 ESV)