These people dared to bring their desperate needs to God.Įach chapter addresses a need common to us all. They were written by real people who didn’t hold back their emotions. The Psalms are God-breathed, so they give truth and light. God is real and ready to open his door to all who run to him in times of need.Įach chapter in this book looks at a specific need in light of one of the Psalms-the songbook of God’s people. He is and always has been a shelter, a safe place where people can take refuge. I’m telling you up front that God is the place to run.
It will flip on the porch light over your soul so you can see what’s really going on and what God would have you do about it. God’s Word, the Bible, will enable you to see your situation in a different way. You’re going through a crisis or a major life transition, You get a raw deal and life just isn’t fair, I wrote this book to encourage you to run to God whenever: Why? Somehow, we know deep down-or at least hope-that God will be our shelter. Even people who aren’t too sure about God. Most people run to God-almost instinctively. He knew he could take shelter at our house, so he dashed to our door. Michael thought he was in danger he felt a desperate need to find a safe place.
He was relaxed and laughing with embarrassment.Īt that moment I remember thinking how our perceptions always determine our actions. The moment a little bit of light corrected his perception, he changed. Michael thought he was in grave danger because he couldn’t see anything. His bark was bigger than his height! We all burst out laughing. As I flipped on the porch light, a tiny dog bounded into view. We all stared, waiting for Michael’s ferocious attacker. Michael’s body shook as he turned around to look for his assailant.īy now my whole family was at the door. Let me in! Let me in! he pleaded, gasping for breath. There stood Michael, a friend of my older boys. I jumped up, ran to the door, and threw it open. Suddenly, ferocious barking erupted down the street and footsteps thudded up the walkway. It must have been a Saturday evening because I remember sitting on the living-room floor with my wife and kids while we folded the church bulletins for the Sunday service. A moonless Texas night had settled on our neighborhood.
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