Rock of Refuge
On our most recent RV trip, Cheryl and I make a big loop out through West Texas to places we had never been before, some of which were the Davis Mountains, Big Bend, and Seminole Canyon. While at that last place, one morning we hiked a seven mile canyon rim trail. It was cloudy when we started, but the sun was beating down on us by the last two miles. That was enough hiking for one day!
That afternoon we decided to take it easy, so we drove about 45 miles to Del Rio to do some shopping. It was a beautiful, clear day. While we were in Walmart, just about to check out, we heard the roof of the building begin to shake. Looking out the front doors, we saw all kinds of things flying through the air. A wind gust of what I was told was about 80 MPH blew through town. The power flickered off and on twice in the store, shutting down all the checkout lanes for about 25 minutes.
When we finally were able to make our purchase we went outside. The winds were still blowing well over 30 MPH, which made it interesting loading our groceries into our pickup. We got things stowed away and started heading back to our campsite on Highway 90. I felt the wind pushing us around and was glad I wasn’t towing our camper. I watched the semis struggling to stay in their lanes.
Then we came to a stretch of the road where they had cut through several hills to build the road. On either side of the highway, the limestone was forty to fifty feet high. In those places there was a row of semis parked on both shoulders up next to those rock walls. Cheryl mentioned that was a smart thing for those big rigs to do. They found a rock of refuge!
When we got back to our camper around 6 that evening, thankfully the high winds had done no harm to it. The electricity was off, but that was the only problem. The forecast said the worst was past and the winds would diminish and stop by midnight, so we decided to stay. We could have gone back to Del Rio and got a room, but much of the town had no power when we left. So we stayed in our camper. The winds stayed, too. The 30 to 40 MPH gusts shook our camper steadily until about 3:00 a.m. before they started to die down. About 30 minutes later the electricity came back on and by 4:00 a.m. the winds were gone.
While going through this, we prayed and talked to each other quite a bit. We talked about those truckers taking refuge by the rocks, and were reminded of our Rock of refuge as well.
2 Samuel 22:1–3a David sang to the Lord the words of this song when the Lord delivered him from the hand of all his enemies and from the hand of Saul. He said: “The Lord is my rock, my fortress and my deliverer; my God is my rock, in whom I take refuge, my shield and the horn of my salvation. He is my stronghold, my refuge and my savior…
It was comforting to know that the same one who was with David, the same one who came down here to pay for our sins, was with us. I felt like we were sheltered by rock walls even though the winds were blowing. I know the Lord was and is our stronghold, refuge and Savior. No matter what comes, I am confident that I am in His loving hands.

