“The eternal God is your refuge, and underneath are the everlasting arms.” Deuteronomy 33:27
Heather, my daughter-in-law, had complications that required hospitalization following the birth of her second child, Miah. I traveled to their home to care for my newborn granddaughter. In the mornings I packed the diaper bag and formula and took Miah to the hospital to spend the day with her Mommy. When the evenings came, I took Miah to her home. It had been a long time since I had been up in the middle of the night to feed a baby. During the dark night as I held Miah in my arms and prayed for her mommy, I was comforted by the beautiful word picture in Deuteronomy 33. I imagined God holding Heather just like I was holding Miah. Even as I cared for Miah in her home, I was at home in my eternal dwelling place, God Himself.
Miah was only six months old when her great grandmother Olga, who had Alzhiemer’s disease, died. I was comforted again by the ancient words from Deuteronomy. Olga’s refuge had been the Lord God through a long life of joys, sorrows, and challenges. He had held and carried her through the death of her mother in childhood, the death of her father in adolescence, the death of an older sister in early adulthood, her husband going to war when she was expecting their first child, the diagnosis of her second son’s congenital heart disease and twelve years of waiting for his open heart surgery which was still being pioneered and could only offer a fifty percent prognosis of survival, the death of an older sister from cancer, and finally her own diagnosis of Alzhiemer’s. The everlasting arms that carried her through life carried her to her home in heaven.
Father, I am awed by the refuge you offer and by the protection and comfort of your everlasting arms.