(Meditating on Psalm 71)
I love how the King James Version puts it: Be thou my strong habitation, whereunto I may continually resort. The Lord God is David’s strong habitation, and He is mine, too. And I’m not saying it just because the Bible says so, but because I have experienced first-hand how to continually resort to God. Yes, even in sleeping hours. When one is sick and suffering, God, indeed, becomes a continual habitation: every labored breath, every faint heartbeat, every ray of hope, every thought that’s actually a thought-prayer, every earnest song the soul sings – rests in the comfort and security of this sure habitation that surrounds, embraces even, one’s being.
A habitation is a place where one lives. Even though one may go to a journey, always, one would come back to where one dwells. But with my Father in heaven, I see it more than that. I see that wherever I go, though I may journey far and wide, He, my continual habitation, goes with me.
If we make God our strong habitation whereunto we resort continually [uninterruptedly – whatever we do, wherever we go], then we are actually never leaving the comfort of a home. He then is the roof that shelters us from the storm; the walls that shield us from the plague and protect us from violence and danger; and the ground on which we surely stand. For in Him we live and move and have our being (Acts 17:28).
Whatever season of life we are and even through our old age, He will be a shelter to us.
Now also when I am old and greyheaded, O God, forsake me not… (Psalm 71:18)
Friends, believe in these promises, think about these things, let them be steeped in our hearts and minds, and we will find rest for our souls.