Tuesday, January 25, 2022



Until recently I don't think the phrase "shelter-in-place" had much significance for me, but after more than two years of living through a pandemic it has become rather meaningful to most of us. Due to our age and health issues, my husband and I have been fairly isolated for what seems like a very long time. 

When I'm tempted to complain, that gentle whisper of the Spirit reminds me of God's faithfulness. While so many others have suffered great loss and heartache during this time, we have been held safely in His sheltering arms. I don't take it for granted. Through no merit of our own -we are blessed. 

I think about it as we drive past this little farm tucked safely in the shelter of these gently rolling tree-covered hills.  As we round the curve on our way to the Dam for our daily walk, I watch eagerly for a glimpse of the windmill and farm buildings peeking over the tops of the trees. This unassuming place  speaks peace and comfort to my soul - a picture of that hidden place where I am safely held by my Father, no matter the circumstances. 

"Those who live in the shelter of the Most High
    will find rest in the shadow of the Almighty.
 This I declare about the Lord:
He alone is my refuge, my place of safety;
    he is my God, and I trust him."
Psalm 91: 1,2