You are my happy place, sometimes. I wish that it were all the time. It’s getting better, but I’m not as consistent as I would like.
I have been reading through Genesis, Exodus, and the Psalms and I keep coming back to how you desire to be your people’s refuge. My summary notes on Psalm 11 say this:
Take refuge in God, for he is righteous.
Don’t allow your soul to send you elsewhere for solace.
In looking at your word in the first two books of Moses, I see that refuge aspect of you played out in the lives of individuals and the nation of Israel.
You were the refuge for Adam and Eve exposed by their sin. A covering you provided.
You were the refuge for Noah as you closed him and his family and all the animals into the ark you told him how to build. Noah took refuge in you. I see that because he was obedient to your plan though ignorant of what you may have been sharing (rain, flooding the earth, killing all who didn’t reside under your covering).
You were the refuge for Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob as you established your covenant with the first and passed it down through the generations of Israel, formerly known as Jacob. Land and descendants….forever. You as their refuge in action, keeping your promise.
You were the refuge for Moses as his mom sent him down the Nile in a tiny ark of covering to preserve his life so he could tend to your people Israel in Egypt and lead them back to the Promised Land in his old age.
Take refuge in God, for he is righteous. Yes, you are. You are the only faithful and safe refuge. Why do I turn anywhere else?
Like Adam, Eve, Noah, Abraham, Isaac, Jacob, and Moses, I have had times when my soul was way more in charge of my “happy place” than I allowed you to be. My refuge was found in other things and people. As my happiness would dwindle I would once more be reminded that you are my only happy place. I need to tell my soul to be quiet. “Go night night,” is what we say to the dog when she is wanting her way. “Go night night, soul.”
I repent of allowing my soul to send me elsewhere for solace.
I am reminded of this verse from What a Friend We Have in Jesus:
Are we weak and heavy-laden,
Cumbered with a load of care?
Precious Savior, still our refuge—
Take it to the Lord in prayer.
Do thy friends despise, forsake thee?
Take it to the Lord in prayer!
In His arms He’ll take and shield thee,
Thou wilt find a solace there.
You are my solace and in you alone is my refuge.
I love you,