Therefore let all who are faithful offer prayer to you; at a time of distress, the rush of mighty waters shall not reach them.
You are a hiding place for me; you preserve me from trouble; you surround me with glad cries of deliverance.
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In 1826, Crawford Notch, New Hampshire, there is a story about a family who lived in an area hard-hit with rainstorms that set off flash flooding and landslides. The family fled their house to another shelter they thought was more secure. The family all perished when the shelter was destroyed by a landslide. Ironically, the landslide was diverted around the house they fled and it stood dry and untouched. I visited the site once which is still a tourist attraction though the original house is gone now. The place is an official historic site. I wonder if it was preserved, in part, as a memorial to the family and as a reminder to us all that our greatest place of refuge might just be where we are.
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Prone to wander and yet leaning into you, O Lord. Amen.
Deb Grant, resilient child of God, creative tinker of paper, ink, wood, shiny things, paint and words. The human amusement of a parrot and a dog.
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