For when the winds howl, the soul trembles, and the spirit needs shelter
Most High,
My refuge.
My God in whom I trust.
I am here.
In the thick of it.
In the weight of it.
In the silence of it.
In the storm of it.
You said, “He who dwells in the secret place of the Most High shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty.”
So I’ve come to abide.
Not because I’m fearless,
But because I’m afraid
and I still know You’re God.
Some days my faith feels strong enough to part seas.
Other days, I’m just trying not to drown in my own thoughts.
Cover me.
Steady me.
Anchor me beneath Your wings.
You promised: “He shall cover thee with His feathers, and under His wings shalt thou trust…”
So let me trust You here
in the dark,
in the ache,
in the not-yet-knowing how this will pass.
My heart is tired, God.
My soul is stretched thin.
The weight is real, even when I’m praising.
The storm is loud, even when I’m praying.
But I will not give up.
I will not be moved.
Because deep down, I know
“A thousand may fall at my side, and ten thousand at my right hand, but it will not come near me.”
You are my hiding place.
My storm cellar.
My safe room in the chaos.
You are still God in the middle of this.
Give me breath when I forget how to breathe.
Give me peace when I can’t find the words.
Give me strength when my hands are too tired to lift.
Your truth is my shield.
Your love is my rescue.
Your presence is my calm.
So I speak this over my spirit:
No matter what shakes,
No matter what breaks,
I am not forsaken.
You have given angels charge over me.
You are with me in trouble.
You will deliver me,
and You will honor me.
So even now, yes, even now
I praise You from the cellar.
I bless You in the dark.
I trust You in the thunder.
Because You are still here.
And so am I.
Amen.
