I have taken refuge in the love of God over and over again. I suppose you could say I’ve worn out the path to God’s door…I bang like a scared kid, shouting “let me in”. I’ve come wounded and weary, full of doubt, stumbling and tripping into the refuge that is God’s love for me, and I’ve never regretted it. In some ways, I’ve tasted and seen God’s goodness the most vividly in the midst of dark, lonely, and painful seasons. He’s there in the midst of it, at the ready with empathy, peace that doesn’t make sense, and a deep current of love that’s ever ready to carry us if we’ll only let it.