My news feed is full of stories of Ukrainian refugees. There was the story of a woman using social networks to find her missing son. People who didn’t know the woman or her son helped to put the two of them back together again. There were the stories of women at the Polish border leaving their strollers so that Ukrainians crossing the border could use them for their own children. There were the stories of people huddling together in bomb shelters as air raid sirens sounded over their heads.

I have never been in any of these situations, and I’d be lying if I said that I’m not incredibly grateful for that. All my babies are still under one roof. I’ve never had to carry any one of them for an extended walk, and the only sirens we hear are the spring time tornado warnings. We are relatively safe in our little house. We have enough to eat, and we are honestly quite comfortable, even if things are a little tight. But I know there are a lot of people who have been robbed of their safety and security, especially now.

Refugees, no matter where they came from, and no matter where they are going, are all just seeking the safety and security that so many people are taking for granted. There are people who at this very moment don’t know how they are going to eat, or where they are going to sleep. They are seeking refuge from storms or soldiers, bullets or bullies, from dangers both seen and unseen. I am praying for every refugee from Afghanistan to Zimbabwe. May they find the safety they are seeking.

Psalm 91 reminds us that there is a place of refuge that extends beyond all borders, and it is the safest place one could ever be. May the shadow of the Almighty cover us all.