I toured my mind’s corridors, searching for the rooms of wealth; where the Word of hope, love and encouraging promises were stored. My heart was hungry to engage with these places. I could feel an outward pull tugging at me. I stumbled into rooms of blankness and had to rebalance myself in order to push forward. Busy chaos beckoned me to turn aside. I longed to find my places of rest, but they seemed so distant. Anxiety pushed me down, and I cried out to my Father for help. He whispered, “trust in Me with all your heart”.
His words refocused my thoughts, directing me correctly. The voices of turmoil silenced and I entered the rooms of my peace once more. Sitting down with my Father, I listened again to all He would speak and my hungry heart was fed.
Psalm 9:10 (Message) God’s a safe-house for the battered, a sanctuary during bad times. The moment you arrive, you relax; you’re never sorry you knocked.