It’s not that love lacks power. Rather, it’s that we’re too frightened to submit to a power that will demand vulnerability when we’ve invested the whole of our lives building walls.

I am not big enough to be my own refuge, but my ego thinks itself big enough to be a refuge from that reality.

The length of the fall is dictated by how far we had climbed. The outcome of the fall is dictated by whether we’re holding on to that which we’re climbing, or we’re letting God hold onto us.

It is likely that you remain incessantly troubled and fitfully anxious because you have sought out refuge in some person or institution that is at the very same time attempting to find refuge for themselves. For the only Person Who is His own refuge in order to be ours is God.

Any refuge other than God is probably something that I should seek refuge from rather than seek refuge in.

Might it be that I’ve lost everything so that I can recognize the fact that everything had become my everything?

Any place that I ‘run to’ most often turns into a place that I have to ‘run from’, unless of course that place is God.

What we build certainly might look like a refuge, but if it wasn't designed by God it's something more akin to a leaky tent in the middle of a category 5 hurricane on a Monday morning. Nothing about it is good.

Space is the stuff that we fill, so sometimes we’d rather not have it because of the things that stand around the space eager to rush in and fill it to its edges.