I read this morning a King James translation of Psalm 91:1: "He that dwelleth in the secret place of the Most High shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty."
I think for a long time about the secret place of the Most High. The psalmist writes that in such a place, God "covers us with his feathers" and hides us "under his wings." Could anything be more lovely and warm, more safe and hidden?
I ask God to help me make my dwelling in that secret place. Even in the midst of chaos, noise, and uncertainty, there's a secret place to dwell. Even in suffering. Even in loss and disappointment.
There's a secret place lined with feathers to rest the soul.
Journal: Have you been in the secret place?