Daily Delight

Tuesday, November 24, 2015

He will cover you with His feathers, and under His wings you will find refuge. - Psalms 91:4 (NIV)

The turmoil of the waking world turns a rib in my side, and makes me feel so small. In the wake of world crises, holidays feel more hollow than holy. What are gifts and feasts and lights and glitter in the light of hunger and terror and injustice and poverty? Maybe now I see I’ve missed the holiness of holidays. Not only in aim, but now, in longing. I long for holiness in the every day, for sanctity and sanctuary when family and friends flood my home with eager tummies, muddy shoes, precious laughter, and leave stuffed full – of love, of belonging, of refuge. Our storms are not the same storms of the east. But all of us need refuge, sanctuary, wings of relief. 

May my home be a feather in His wing – an extension of His shelter. May my heart be open, and may they find the sanctuary of His abiding there. 

There’s always risk in the open heart, but what if we find “the paradox, that if you love until it hurts, there can be no more hurt, only more love”? (Mother Teresa) 

Belonging and love are not proven by the extra presents, the abundant trimming, the cascade of food – but in the presence of the Spirit, the trimming of our desires, the cascade of His word, washing our self-centered hearts pure as snow. Able to receive without fear, because we know on His shoulders rests the only government we can trust to bring peace. The eternity of His kingdom assurance enough for us to live this finite life with open hearts.

I don’t have answers for this complexity, save this – helplessness is a lie – I can do something. I will do something, in my own heart, in my own home to create refuge in the world. Renew the holiness of the holidays. Clean out the sacred space of my heart over-stuffed with this world’s trivialities. Starve selfishness that I may give.

You don’t have to have all the answers or all the presents. You have all you need to give in the Beautiful Refuge abiding within. 


About the Author

Amy Summerhill≫ ≫Amy is a twenty-nine year old homemaker, literally (re)making her home in Fort Smith, Arkansas with her husband and three beautiful daughters. Along with remodeling diy style, she enjoys cooking, entertaining, backpacking and co-entrepreneuring adventures with the ManHub. Above all, she enjoys fostering conversations and communities centered on the beautiful grace and majesty of Jesus - whether that's a church building, bookstore or back patio. She longs to see the Church understand the intimacy of grace and walk in the confident humility it brings. She believes so much in the joy God takes in His children she branded her arm with hephzibah - a Hebrew name that means God delights in her - hoping to inspire strangers and friends alike with the thought that God might just delight in them too.


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