Safe

In Colorado, the rivers swell.  There is a flood.  A town is washed away.

In Washington, a man is on a rampage.  It is a perverse precipitation, a rain of bullets.

And all this in our own borders.  Do we dare try to digest the news from the Middle East?  Africa?

There is all.this.pain.

And I just want Canaan.  I want rest.  I don’t want any more headlines or heartache.

Like every mother, I wonder–“Into what kind of world am I bringing my children?”

Like every mother, I have wanted to create a safe place, a quiet harbor from the churning seas.  I want my kids safe.

But I wonder–is there any safe place?

I have to let them go.  There is no other way.  I put them on school buses and I let them get their drivers’ licenses and they go.

It is an unsafe world.  It is a world scattershot with curse.

And there is only one safe place for our souls.  There is only one place where the brokenness can be made beautiful.  There is only one Redeemer.

{The name of the LORD is a strong tower; The righteous runs into it and is safe.}

And even in all the brokenness, there is a fullness of His presence.  Reminders of the safe place that awaits where there is no crying or mourning or pain.  Canaan is coming.  Peace is promised.  Oh, we are nearly home.