Refuge 91 - Part
Meg Is Guarded in All Her Ways
by Lygia Lovelace
She had only gone inside of
the tent for a moment, but when she came out, he was gone.
And her breakfast feast had
been completely cleaned up. She hadn't even heard him leave!
She looked around. Actually,
there was no sign that he had even been here.
"Hello?! " Meg called
She knew she had not been imagining
the old man! Her stomach was full! He had prepared a wonderful
breakfast for her, and he had walked around her campsite,
as if looking for something. She had felt safe with him,
even though she didn't even know him.
But now he was gone.
Oh, well. She shook her head.
That's typical of MY life,
she thought. I'm always left alone, eventually.
Meg sighed and looked up into
the sky. It was a beautiful day for a walk. What was out
here, anyway? She had been so busy yesterday with that tent…
As she walked toward the lake,
she couldn't help but think over her circumstances. What
was she going to do with her life, now?
Her job was gone. How would
she be able to pay her bills?
Her friends were gone. She
didn't know how that had happened…they had just drifted
away, somehow. She was busy, they were busy…
She felt so all alone. She
didn't know where to turn next. She had even wondered, at
times, if life was really worth all the struggles it brought.
She was tired of the "ups and downs," the loneliness,
She looked up as a shadow crossed
over her. The clouds were moving up ahead…what was it her
grandmother used to say…it was something about the clouds…
The clouds are God's way
of shading you from the intense heat of bad times, yet raining
on you, to bring you growth in the storms of life…
What did that really mean,
anyway?! And why was she thinking of her grandmother so
much, since she had come out here?
Evidently something about this
place reminded her of the one who had raised her.
But Grandma had been gone for
several years now.
Meg threw a rock into the lake
and sighed. That was just more evidence that she was truly
Deep in thought, Meg did not
even see the serpent that came from the waters of the lake.
She took off her shoes, intending to wade in the water.
As she stepped to the bank, an old wooden spear flew in
front of her, slicing the snake in two at her feet!
Meg screamed! She turned around
to run, not understanding what had just happened! In her
fright, she lost her balance, and would have struck her
foot against a sharp stone, but strong hands reached out
for her and lifted her up.
Carefully Alexander set her
down in the grass, up the hill from the bank of the lake
-- far from the writhing serpent that had been cut in two.
Meg stared at it in horror, and then she stared up into
the face of the old man. She was speechless! He was so feeble-looking…how
had he lifted her?
Where did his strength come
She watched in disbelief as
the old man grabbed the two halves of the serpent with his
bare hands and tossed them into the water. Glancing back
at her, he then walked the perimeter of the lake, staring
intently into its waters.
Seemingly satisfied, Alexander
came back to join Meg in the grass. As he approached her,
she could hear him humming that familiar tune again. What
was that song…?! He sat down lazily and smiled at her.
"You all right?"
"What…how…I mean, where
were you? How did you know about that snake?"
"Well…like I said earlier,
ma'am, you're at Refuge 91…you chose the Most High as your
dwelling. Protection is just one of the amenities!"
Meg stared at Alexander, not
understanding. Then she just shook her head and stuck out
"Well…thank you, for…that.
We might as well get fully acquainted. You don't have to
call me ma'am any longer. My name is Meg."
"Pleased to meet you Meg.
I must say, you do favor your grandma. Got your name from
her, too, didn't you…Megan Elizabeth? Sweet lady, your grandma…"
Meg stared at him. This was
just too weird. She had a small urge to get up and run away,
but she knew she couldn't. Her eyes filled with tears. She
couldn't stop them from flowing down her cheeks.
Alexander sat patiently staring at the water, while Meg
Finally she found her voice.
"You knew my Grandma?
How could you have known her?"
Alexander handed Meg an old
"She was a regular here
at Refuge 91. She chose the Most High as her dwelling all
the time while she was on earth. You miss her, don't you?"
Though Meg barely knew him,
she trusted Alexander. The words came freely.
"Miss her?! She was all
I had! Now I have no one!! No one!!! I'm all alone.
I've lost my job. I can't pay my bills. My friends are too
busy to bother with me…what good is this life? I have no
desire to go on! There's nothing worth living for anymore."
Self-pity and depression washed
over her and filled her spirit. She felt the heaviness of
She looked up and noticed Alexander
was gone! What…? Did he leave her too?
At that moment a wild roar
split the silence of the morning. Meg jumped with shock
and horror! She looked in the direction of the sound…she
saw Alexander! He was standing between her and…what was
that?! If she didn't know better, she would say there was
a lion standing at the edge of the woods!? But that
was impossible! The lion was staring intently at Alexander,
Alexander was standing bravely
still, old wooden spear in hand, daring the lion to come
Meg covered a scream. She crept
down into the grass and waited.
Slowly, the lion turned around,
and walked back into the woods.
When the lion was gone, Meg
ran to her tent. Throwing things in her suitcase, she didn't
even bother to roll up the sleeping bag. She was leaving!
She nearly bumped right into
Alexander as she burst out of her tent. She stared at him
"Is lion taming one of
the amenities around here?"
Alexander chuckled to himself.
"You really want to know?"
She called back to him angrily
as she turned to leave…
"Oh I already know! You
don't have to tell me! I'm at Refuge 91! I chose the Most
High as my dwelling and the Boss -- whoever He is -- is
Suddenly she stopped. Wait
She set down her suitcase and
turned around to face the old man.
"Alexander, who are you,
He gazed at her.
"Meg, I'm no one. I'm
just the Boss's servant. He loves you. He knew your Grandma
well, and He knows you, too -- Meg -- you've just forgotten.
He brought you here, but the rest is up to you. He wanted
me to give you this…"
Alexander pulled an old black
book from His pocket. Meg knew it instantly. She took it
and fell to her knees in disbelief.
It was her Grandma's Bible!
Where had he found it?? She had looked and looked for this
after her grandmother died!
She held it to her heart, and
she cried. Silently, Alexander took her suitcase back into
the tent. He lit the fire for her lunch.
He spread the blanket for her
to cry on.
Are you depressed? Do
life's hurts threaten to consume you?
Have you ever been to
Refuge 91? Do you need to go there? It's ok…life hurts sometimes.
Sorrows can overwhelm you; relationships can be painful.
Sometimes loss seems unbearable.
Stay awhile. The Father
is there. Seek Him. Pray…read His Word. Tell Him how you
Oh how He cares for you.
If you make the
Most High your dwelling -- even the Lord who is my refuge
then no harm will befall you,
no disaster will come near your tent.
For He will command His angels concerning you to guard you
in all your ways;
they will lift you up in their hands,
so that you will not strike your foot against a stone.
Meg's problems are common…but
the solution is not so commonly found. Let her show you
the way to the fortress that is just over the hill. She
hasn't found it yet…it's awaiting you both.
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