At first the situation wanted to grab hold of us, drawing from us anger, frustration, anxiety. Indeed we could have raged against the storm, our circumstances, even our God. How dare He allow curves in our road and changes in on our plans?
As the impossibility of getting out of our yard settled in, so did our spirits exhale and settle. Yes, we were stranded, but we were home, in our sweet spot, in the secret place our God had created for us.
He who dwells in the shelter of the Most High will rest in the shadow of the Almighty. Psalm 91:1 NIV
I paused to pray for the ones in Haiti who have had their homes, however humble, destroyed by the earthquake.
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I prayed for those who are living on the streets in the cities of North America with no walls to protect them from winter's icy blasts.
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And then my heart began to ache for those who are lost in the storms not knowing the shelter the Lord longs to provide. He calls out and waits. And waits. And. Waits.
I pray Lord God that the ears of their spirits open to hear Your gentle knocking on the doors of their hearts.
Today I am unwrapping the gift of magnificent shelter, life lived in His shadow.
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