{"id":272511,"date":"2025-06-04T10:26:18","date_gmt":"2025-06-04T10:26:18","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/peraltafinancing.com\/uncategorized\/our-refuge-from-the-storm-anne-graham-lotz\/"},"modified":"2025-06-04T10:26:18","modified_gmt":"2025-06-04T10:26:18","slug":"our-refuge-from-the-storm-anne-graham-lotz","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/fivemor.com\/?p=272511","title":{"rendered":"Our Refuge from the Storm | Anne Graham Lotz"},"content":{"rendered":"


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Years ago, I sat in a little mountain cabin when I became aware that it was growing dark outside. The wind picked up bending the trees double as it roared along the ridge like a jet plane terribly off course. Tree branches snapped under the strain, sounding as though some phantom hunter with a shotgun was recklessly opening fire. When I looked out the window, I saw a grey curtain sweeping across the little valley, and I knew the rain was coming. It did! Within moments, the cabin was under a deluge that could be likened to perpendicular white-water rapids.<\/em><\/p>\n

As the storm unleashed in all its fury outside the cabin, inside I was snuggled under a blanket, curled up in an easy chair beside a crackling fire, with a cup of hot coffee in my hand and an open Bible on my lap. And I thanked God for a safe, dry, comfortable refuge from the storm.<\/em><\/p>\n

Then I thought of the storms that raged in my life. And I quietly bowed my head, and thanked God again for His refuge from the storms\u2026<\/em><\/p>\n