My Hiding Place

Maggie never liked thunderstorms.
At the first hint of thunder,
before my human ears could hear it,
she would start looking for a place to hide.
This was one of her favorite spots.

The thunder in my brain right now is
pretty intense. The Pandemic is still
out of control. Terrorists threaten
again…here, in our own nation.
Unbelievable, but true.

Just like Maggie, I have found my
comfort retreat, and I recommend it to you.
“Praise be to the God and Father of
our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of
compassion and the God of all comfort,
who comforts us in all our troubles…”
(2 Corinthians 1:3)

Drawing closer to Christ through
acts of praise or study or acts of
compassionate care will provide
the comfort and the sense of
stability we need in these uncertain times.

The choice is ours: We can hide in our
fear or we can go deeper in our faith.
It’s our choice.