Oh, a storm is threat’ning my very life today. If I don’t get some shelter, oh yeah, I’m gonna fade away.
When I was a kid, every house on the block had a tornado shelter in the basement. The government had public bomb shelters located throughout each metropolitan area. Our city had homeless shelters to feed and protect the poor. When we went ice-skating and got too cold we’d skate into the warm-up shelter to defrost our fingers. And when snow blasted the city, we’d build snow forts to play in and around.
The older I get, I sometimes need a shelter too. Not so much a bomb or tornado shelter but rather a spiritual shelter or a fort, a place to go inside of myself when the world is spinning too fast and the crazy makers around me are pulling at me in too many directions.
Maybe our soul is the spiritual shelter we’ve been given to protect us from the harshness of the world. Maybe our soul is that place of retreat where we can feel safe and warm, where we can rest and un-thaw our hearts, which can become cold and bitter from the din of the world.
And maybe God lives in our souls right there with us. He’s like the innkeeper at the homeless shelter inviting us in, giving us a warm blanket, sitting in the rocking chair right next to us offering us words of comfort to help us feel safe and protected again.
Our souls are the place where we reconnect with ourselves, that place where we hunker down, re-group and remember who we are and whose we are.
And the beauty of it is, we carry the shelter of our souls within us. Our spiritual retreat lies within our reach anytime we need to get centered again. All we have to do is stop and listen, take the time to be quiet and experience the presence of God within us.
Game Plan: Where do you find shelter from the busyness of your life? Who do you invite into your shelter to help you feel safe and protected, centered, again?