#a refuge

[wiirocku]

Psalm 9:9 (KJV) - The LORD also will be a refuge for the oppressed, a refuge in times of trouble.

[lightfromthelighthouse]

Good Morning!☀️

The LORD redeemeth the soul of his servants: and none of them that trust in him shall be desolate. Palms 34:22 KJV

Psalms 46:1 reminds us:

God is our refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble.

Because he is a present help, we can trust him to move in our behalf in difficult times. It may not look like victory is near. We may feel alone and abandoned. It is then that we must see through eyes of faith and rest in God's care.

God is our redeemer. He has purchased us with the blood of Christ, the sacrifice of his dear, only son. Having paid such a high price to ransom us from sin, he will not abandon us; he will never leave us nor forsake us! (Hebrews 13:5)

[wiirocku]

Psalm 62:8 (NKJV) - Trust in Him at all times, you people; Pour out your heart before Him; God is a refuge for us.

[wiirocku]

Nahum 1:7 (NIV) - The LORD is good,    a refuge in times of trouble. He cares for those who trust in Him,

[wiirocku]

Nahum 1:7 (NIV) - The LORD is good,    a refuge in times of trouble. He cares for those who trust in Him,

[wiirocku]

Nahum 1:7 (NIV) - The LORD is good,    a refuge in times of trouble. He cares for those who trust in Him,

[the-painters-apprentice]

Marius || A Refuge, A Family, A Home

@dominusromanus

The pain of the strap across his flesh could still be felt even as he stood before this man that he had been sold to in order to pay off a debt. Yes. Money was more important to the drunk who had fathered him than he himself was. But that was something he well knew. He had already sold off the younger ones. The boys who could do little for him because Riccardo would never allow him to touch them. Only 14 years old, yet his brothers and sisters were safe. And him? Who was this man that now handed over a sack full of coins to purchase him?

This man who was the epitome of nobility, dressed all in red with long yellow hair which fell over his shoulders, and piercing blue eyes. He wondered what this man wanted with him. He was an uneducated wretch who was pretty to look at, and that from the mouth of his own father who had long since sold him for what he was worth. Was that what this man desired as well? Riccardo did not know. He had been sitting alone, trying to get over the pain in his back, blood running beneath his shirt, and a stick in his hand as he drew slowly in the dirt in front of him.

This man had approached, looked at him, and demanded to see his father. Ever the obedient son, even to an abusive wretch like the man who drank away any money that might have gone to food for his family, he guided the noble to his father and the left them to their devices. Words were uttered that he did not care to hear, and then an exchange of money.

Now this man told him that they were leaving. He would not be returning to this place. Riccardo glanced to his father who could not even be bothered to look back, too busy was he counting the coins from the mysterious man. Riccardo looked then to the man who was to be his “Master”.  “Where are we going?” The question was soft, and he looked down, as if the answer did not matter, when it did. What if where he was going was worse? He clenched his fists at his side, wondering if he was going someplace where he would be violated daily. He had heard of boys his age being sold for such purposes, especially in Venice when boys were so highly prized for such things.