Psalm 61:4 I long to dwell in your tent forever and take refuge in the shelter of your wings.
With four affirmatives, the vote was unanimous. We were moving to Grandmas. I can't now remember what action incited this mutiny but we were ready to abandon the mom and dad ship for sure. Best I recall, the Admiral (aka Dad) threw the oldest into the brig, instantly intimidating the remaining insurrectionists. Our anarchy was annihilated before a single foot hit the pavement.
Today's passage is Psalm 2. It opens with a question. My paraphrase: Why in the world do people ever think they can battle God? Are we foolish enough to think we could actually win?
Even though I have zero chance of victory, I take up just such a pursuit quite regularly. As if perpetually stuck in adolescence, I think that I can talk God into the changing the rules by the sheer volume of my arguments. I have a smaller probability of success with the true Admiral than I did my dad decades ago.
Truth is God asks things of me I am reluctant to give. He takes me places I am hesitant to go. Is it possible to move from my juvenile bargaining attempts into a growing faith and trust in God?
It is. The last line tells me how. "Blessed are all who take refuge in Him." I have never walked in my home and questioned if disaster were imminent. I inherently trust the structure to protect me. Shelter is a place of quiet confidence. When I choose to trust God, I take refuge in Him wherever I go and whatever I face.
Jesus, steer the ship of my life where You want it to go. I choose to surrender. Today there will be no mutiny within.