A shiggaion of David, which he sang to the Lord concerning Cush, a Benjamite. Lord my God, I take refuge in you; save and deliver me from all who pursue me, (Psalm 7:1) I haven’t exactly been reading a book about enneagrams. I’ve been sticking my toe into the pool, and not finding a desire to jump in. But this book attempts to address the issue of what the various types do when stressed. This morning, that idea walked up and introduced itself to a word: refuge (a condition of being safe or sheltered from pursuit, danger, or trouble. From Latin terms meaning “back” and “to flee.”) Our refuge may not be a stone keep with walls and a moat or a cave that can only be approached along a narrow ledge. It could be a condition or an activity. Some folks think being around other people is their safe place. For others, it’s being at home. Sometimes, it’s feeding an addiction. As I thought a...
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