The word refuge has a number of meanings, but I see this word as a comforting thing. So many days I seek refuge, I look for a good place to hunker down and regroup. Often I look for a place to think things through, not in a desperate way, nor because of a devastating day, just because I need time to process the events. But that is how I am wired. You may be entirely different. You may seek the company of friends to do your processing.
For some, the time early in the morning, with coffee cup in one hand and The Word of God in the other speaks of refuge. Often I seek out my favorite chair in my quiet corner and begin the day with God. Morning people often take their refuge this way. God is my refuge--therefore I start out armed with the necessary gear and safety apparel, prepared for whatever work He has set aside for me this day.
Psalm 16:11 (NIV)You have made known to me the path of life; you will fill me with joy in your presence, with eternal pleasures at your right hand.
When the day is done, a review of events completes the process. Looking over the day, I examine my actions and reactions and determine if it was a good day; if I allowed myself to be used by God in way that glorified Him. Beginning and ending a day in the presence of God, using Scripture and Prayer on both ends of the day as a hiding place, a refuge, keeps me safe.
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