My Rock of Refuge

Most days I sit down for a few minutes of quiet prayer after the craziness of our home school morning has passed by, the children are fed, and the quiet time has begun. Many of those days I feel like the King David in today’s Psalm:

"The breakers of death surged round about me, the destroying floods overwhelmed me; The cords of the nether world enmeshed me, the snares of death overtook me." (Psalm 18:5-6)

I have so much to do, so much I have not done. I have been dealing with four little people's stubborn wills all morning in addition to my own. And finally, finally there are a few minutes of quiet.

In the quiet of the afternoon I try to find the interior quiet of being with God. My mind is still racing from the morning, and to clear it, I tell it all to the Lord. I thank Him for the day: the good things and the bad things. I talk to Him about what is distressing me, what is overwhelming me, and what I still need to do that day. I ask for guidance on what things I should do and how to do them well. Then I rest and listen for His voice. I read His Scripture. I meditate on His words for me.

"In my distress I called upon the LORD and cried out to my God; From his temple he heard my voice, and my cry to him reached his ears." (Psalm 18:7)

He hears my prayers when I talk to Him. He is not so far away as it would seem. And He helps me with His grace to find peace amidst the overwhelming floods of my day. This quiet recovery time to be with God has become crucial to my inner peace. But I cannot have that peace if I do not cry out to Him.

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None of our problems are too big or too small for God. Cry out to Him in your need, sisters, and He will hear your voice and be your rock of refuge. He will bring you peace, even when there seems to be terror on every side.

Susanna Spencer is the Theological Editor for Blessed is She who studied theology and philosophy in her earlier life. She happily cares for her three adorable little girls, toddler boy, and her dear husband in Saint Paul when not writing and editing. She loves beautiful liturgies, cooking delicious meals, baking amazing sweets, reading good books, raising her children, casually following baseball, and talking to her philosopher husband. You can find out more about her here.