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Aug 5,2004
Hold Me Up
By Fay Angus
Psalms 119:117 Hold me up, and I shall be safe...
It was a scary night! The Santa Ana winds whistled through our California canyon, snapping branches off the oaks and bouncing them across our bedroom roof. "One huge mess to clean up in the morning," my husband John grumbled as he tried to snatch a bit of sleep in between the thumps and bumps.
The next morning I stood shivering in my dressing gown on the patio, braced against the still howling wind, and looked at the tangled, twisted rubble that filled our pool and covered our lawn. The phone rang. It was Jan, the young musician who rents the little cottage that was once my mother's, just a few blocks from where we live in the hills of Sierra Madre.
"Come quick! The big pine tree across the fence is leaning over and maybe one or two more gusts of wind will crash it down on top of my roof."
"We'll be right over," I said. "Get out of the house-now-and wait for us in your car! That tree could fall and crush the cottage."
Protect him, Lord, I prayed. And please protect our cottage.
It took us exactly four minutes to get to the cottage. Jan, John and I huddled together, feeling helpless as we watched the huge tree tipping over, perilously close to falling. "My drums are still in there," said Jan.
"Leave them. It's just too dangerous," my husband warned.
After an hour or so of waiting, Jan decided to go back in. A short time later, the huge tree fell. Jan rushed out of the cottage, and we all stopped and looked in awe. The spreading arms of the massive avocado tree that shelters the little cottage from the hot summer sun caught the falling pine and held it up, steady and firm. One side of our cottage roof was slightly cracked and dented, but Jan, his drums and the cottage were safe, held in the arms of answered prayer.
Most blessed Lord, in the stormy seasons of my life and the lives of those I love, put the strength of Your arms under and around us and keep us safe.
Thank You Lord for the gift of prayer. Thank You that thru prayer Your arms surround us and keep us safe. Help each of us turn to You in prayer. In the name of Jesus Christ.
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Aug 5,2004
Hold Me Up
By Fay Angus
Psalms 119:117 Hold me up, and I shall be safe...
It was a scary night! The Santa Ana winds whistled through our California canyon, snapping branches off the oaks and bouncing them across our bedroom roof. "One huge mess to clean up in the morning," my husband John grumbled as he tried to snatch a bit of sleep in between the thumps and bumps.
The next morning I stood shivering in my dressing gown on the patio, braced against the still howling wind, and looked at the tangled, twisted rubble that filled our pool and covered our lawn. The phone rang. It was Jan, the young musician who rents the little cottage that was once my mother's, just a few blocks from where we live in the hills of Sierra Madre.
"Come quick! The big pine tree across the fence is leaning over and maybe one or two more gusts of wind will crash it down on top of my roof."
"We'll be right over," I said. "Get out of the house-now-and wait for us in your car! That tree could fall and crush the cottage."
Protect him, Lord, I prayed. And please protect our cottage.
It took us exactly four minutes to get to the cottage. Jan, John and I huddled together, feeling helpless as we watched the huge tree tipping over, perilously close to falling. "My drums are still in there," said Jan.
"Leave them. It's just too dangerous," my husband warned.
After an hour or so of waiting, Jan decided to go back in. A short time later, the huge tree fell. Jan rushed out of the cottage, and we all stopped and looked in awe. The spreading arms of the massive avocado tree that shelters the little cottage from the hot summer sun caught the falling pine and held it up, steady and firm. One side of our cottage roof was slightly cracked and dented, but Jan, his drums and the cottage were safe, held in the arms of answered prayer.
Most blessed Lord, in the stormy seasons of my life and the lives of those I love, put the strength of Your arms under and around us and keep us safe.
Thank You Lord for the gift of prayer. Thank You that thru prayer Your arms surround us and keep us safe. Help each of us turn to You in prayer. In the name of Jesus Christ.
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