“The eternal God is your refuge,
and underneath are the everlasting arms.” – Deuteronomy 33:27

HOME: One of the benefits of living on a cul-de-sac with a deep-set front yard is that Scout can safely watch me working outside. She either sits on the front stoop, or lies down on the sidewalk, occasionally looking up over the grass when she hears something potentially interesting.

Finally, after two-and-a-half months as a staging area, I’m starting to clean out the garage, and Scout likes to watch. It’s a good week for it, with afternoon temperatures in the high 60’s and fall very much in the air.

My goal is to have room for Rebekah’s car before winter (after 35-years in Florida, I’m still not used to saying “winter”). I’ve made a creditable start, but there’s going to have to be some serious purging.

MOVING IN: In a way, Rebekah and I are still moving in. I know it’s been 14 months since we rolled into Wake Forest, and we feel completely at home at WFPC. But we’re still staking our claim in this house, one room at a time – and our garage still says “you just moved in.”

Maybe that’s why this passage from Deuteronomy spoke to me so poignantly this morning:

“The eternal God is your refuge,
and underneath are the everlasting arms.”

If my idea of “home” is a refuge, a safe place where we can retreat, find sanctuary, and be filled with peace, then that place is always God. God is our refuge, and underneath are the everlasting arms.

“God our refuge” is a faithful and incontrovertible truth, something to hold on to regardless of moves, kitchen renovations, out of control garages, or any imaginable circumstance at all.

Gratefully – DEREK