Whoever fears the Lord has a secure fortress, and for their children it will be a refuge.
Proverbs 14:26 (NIV)
My toddler runs to me with tear-streaked cheeks. A stubbed toe, a scraped knee and a fall on the tile floor all have the same remedy: the security of mommy's embrace, time to be held and rocked in her lap, words of comfort softly spoken into tiny ears until the tears dry and he is ready to take on the world again.
He is two years old. Mommy is his comforter; my arms, his refuge. Yet someday he will be too big to fit in my lap and too old to show me every tear. But he will never outgrow God, and the Father's everlasting arms will always be big enough, His words of peace always the perfect remedy. Someday it will no longer be me but the LORD who is his refuge.
Dear Jesus, may my life demonstrate to my children what it looks like to make You my fortress. May my troubles cause me to call on the name of the LORD and send me running to my strong tower, where I am safe (Proverbs 18:10). Thank you that what I build through my reverent hope in You will become a lasting refuge for my children. In Jesus’ name, amen.
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