An alarm clock flashes 12:00 like an old broken VCR as thunder crashes down. Window panes vibrate at the violence of the noise. Trees bow and scrape in pain as the wind races from unknown place to unknown place.Then there is nothing.
A car alarm shatters the sudden stillness. The sudden torrent of rain berates the quiet heart, shaking even the stoutest of boots. Loveys are clutched; lights are turned on; fear invades like a thief in the night.
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"Is this it? Is this the end? Will this be the storm to end all storms?" The bravest of brave pace about, anxiously clutching to their own security blankets. Their sanity. Their rationality. Their courage.
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God is our refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble. Therefore we will not fear though the earth gives way, though the mountains be moved into the heart of the sea, though its waters roar and foam, though the mountains tremble at its swelling.
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There is a river whose streams make glad the city of God, the holy habitation of the Most High. God is in the midst of her; she shall not be moved; God will help her when morning dawns. The nations rage, the kingdoms totter; he utters his voice, the earth melts. The Lord of hosts is with us; the God of Jacob is our fortress.
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Come, behold the works of the Lord,how he has brought desolations on the earth. He makes wars cease to the end of the earth; he breaks the bow and shatters the spear; he burns the chariots with fire. “Be still, and know that I am God. I will be exalted among the nations, I will be exalted in the earth!” The Lord of hosts is with us; the God of Jacob is our fortress.
{Psalm 46}
