TRINITY
DEVOTIONS – SANCTUARY & REFUGE
Week #
2
MONDAY,
FEBRUARY 23rd: Xavier
Kirk
Scripture:
Psalms 91:2
I will say to the LORD, "My refuge and my
fortress, My God, in whom I trust!"
Quote:
Life is a love story, with every character yearning for
permanent refuge in someone's heart.”
- Richelle E Goodrich
- Richelle E Goodrich
Poem:
Poem 11 (by Terri Jean Gelzer)
My soul seeks a sanctuary,
not found in most churches,
a quiet space,
a resting place.
Silence and solace
sprinkled with grace.
Love practiced not preached,
silent sermons so to speak.
The whisper of an anthem.
The heartbeat of a prayer.
A life worn with patches,
stitched together with care.
Hope is present.
Joy is there.
I know I find it sometimes
but not always sure where.
Prayer:
Lord, prepare me to be a sanctuary. Let my love be a refuge
to those struggling in the storm. Let my smile provide solace to those who feel
unsure and unworthy. Let my words and
actions serve as a balm for those who are hurting and are seeking the warmth of
your love and grace. You are my strength and refuge, let me reflect your light
so that I can be a living sanctuary to you.
Reflection:
Love … the perfect haven
The concepts of refuge and sanctuary are
difficult to cultivate and own, they are also surprisingly hard to define. When
I asked Xavier - my 9 year old philosopher - what refuge meant to him, he
looked bewildered. I tried to explain what refuge and sanctuary meant to me which
only seemed to complicate the matter. Finally, I asked “Where is the place that
you are the happiest?” Without
hesitation or further prompting, he replied “Here.”
“Here,” I asked, “you mean the dining
room?”. “No, " he sheepishly
replied , “…here.” He gestured with a
sweeping hand that included the rest of the house. My heart swelled. I smiled
and asked “Why?” He thought for a bit
and then said “because, you know ... the
love .. mom …the love”. While my heart
skipped a beat as I soaked in the wonder and profundity of what he just shared,
Xavier skipped away from the dining room table and began playing with his
action figures. Batman never gets time off.
Writing
Prompts:
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Home is…
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When I was little I used to believe…
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Love sounds like…
Blessing:
May the love of God shape us, sustain us and make us
whole. Our home, our refuge, our
sanctuary is …here…with you.
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