#Flooding, #disaster, #chaos, and the #unknown are surrounding the people of #Texas caused by the #hurricane #Harvey. I go back four generations that have lived, worked, and died in that Texas dirt and even had #refuge in a panhandle dugout; therefore, I’ve heard stories of their courage and tenacity to survive through words shared by my loved ones. My great grandfather was a Baptist preacher in the rural Texas panhandle in 1870’s -1930; and as a child in 1940’s, I would receive hugs and words of joy from those that had known and appreciated him and the family all those years ago. I lived with Texans who taught me (as a girl scout) safe survival skills and how to give others a helping hand. As I’ve watched the TV coverage of the disastrous flooding around Houston and I can see the Texas overcoming spirit imparting a spirit of faith in THE ALMIGHTY. I think Texans have shown the world what it means to have faith in God and to care about your fellowman. God’s Holy Word is as true today in 2017 as it was in 1870. Ps.71 “IN THEE, O LORD I HAVE TAKEN REFUGE, let me never be confused. In Thy righteousness deliver me, and rescue me; incline thine ear unto me, and save me. Be thou my strong habitation where I may continually resort: Thou has given commandment to save me; for thou art my rock and my fortress. Rescue me, O my God, out of the hand of the wicked. Out of the grasp of the wrongdoer and ruthless man for Thou art my hope….for THOU ART MY STRONG REFUGE.“
THE LIVING GOD – REFUGE
