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| The lovely haven where Mezzo took me to a birthday lunch early in the month |
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| Ebony's "refuge" |
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| A glimpse of the interior of a cathedral where the daughter of friends was married this month: the only true refuge, in Jesus who died for my sins and rose again for my justification |
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| At Amore's belated holiday office party |
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| Our Texas skies breathe peace into me so often. |
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| A new charm for my bracelet: a memorial stone to remind me of a friend's prayer for "hope anchored in truth" |
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| A notebook gift holds my "refuge" sightings in Scripture, song, and other readings |
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| "What? It's cold and I want to go back to bed. You gotta problem with that?" |
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| Another "refuge" song |
My Jesus, my Savior,
Lord, there is none like You;
All of my days, I want to praise
The wonders of Your mighty love.
My comfort, my shelter,
Tower of refuge and strength,
Let every breath, all that I am,
Never cease to worship You.
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| Gift from my Nonni, a reminder of Hebrews 6:18-20 |
"...by two unchangeable things in which
it is impossible for God to lie, we who have taken
refuge would have strong encouragement to take hold of the hope set before us.
This hope we have as an anchor of the soul, a hope both sure and steadfast and one which enters within the veil, where Jesus has entered as a forerunner for us, having become a high priest forever according to the order of Melchizedek" (Hebrews 6:18-20, NASB).
