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Authors: Beth Jones
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trusted Jesus, no matter what happened.
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As the water slammed against the steel stilts, Rachel knew she had to act fast to get everything up to the second floor. She thought she’d be safe on the first floor with how high the stilts were. She raced up and down the stairs with a pin light like a crazed woman, praying out loud the blood of Jesus and in the Spirit. With it being night time and there being no power, the task was even more arduous.
Is this it? She thought. Am I about to drown and die?
Rachel had just finished hauling everything up to the second story, when she felt the house swaying a little. God, is the house going to collapse? Will the foundation hold? She wondered.
She remembered the parable in the Bible that Jesus had told in Matthew 7:24-27 of the man who built his house on the rocks and the man who built his on sand.
“Everyone then who hears these words of mine and does them will be like a wise man who built the house on the rock. And the rain fell, and the floods came, and the winds blew and beat on that house, but it did not fall, because it had been founded on the rock. And everyone who hears these words of mine and does not do them will be like a foolish man who build his house on the sand, And the rain fell, and the floods came, and the winds blew and beat against that house, and it fell, and great was the fall of it.”
She’d memorized this passage one summer, working with Faith years ago on her memory verses for Bible Vacation School at their church, and had never forgotten the verse. How timely these words were now! Was she wise or foolish? Would her beach house stand?
She grabbed the thick cord of rope and the axe, her purse and the plastic bag filled with important papers. She knew the papers were some of the most difficult things to attain after a natural disaster, and how important they were.
Her purse contained her wallet, which held pictures of her family. Quickly she got out the last family picture they’d taken several years ago. It was too dark to see it now, but she knew that picture by heart. She’d looked at it so many times through the years, praying about their family, for God to do healing love miracles in Jesus’ name.
Everyone was older now than they were in the picture, but they were all smiling, genuinely. They’d gone out to eat and to a movie just before having Rachel’s friend Tara professionally photograph their family pic, and so they were all in a good mood. Rachel and Autumn had even joked around together about Channing Tatum in the movie, voted one of 2014’s Sexiest Men Alive. Even though Jackson felt slightly jealous about them admiring Channing, their laughter together warmed his heart.
In the picture, Faith was in the middle of everyone, sandwiched between her parents, as if she held them together as a family by iron will. Rachel knew it was God, though, who kept them intact and held them in the palms of His Loving Potter’s hands. Rachel held the picture close to her heart, crying and praying. Would she ever seen her loved ones again?
God, she prayed, please let me live. I want to live! I don’t want to die yet! Please forgive me of any unconfessed sin! Please protect me and get me safely back home to my family. God, please give me a second chance to love again! God, have mercy and help me!
Chapter 6: Survival
As Rachel prayed, her body shivered hard in fear. Get a grip! The Lord is my Shepherd, I shall not want, yea though I walk down the valley of the shadow death, I will fear no evil , she prayed. She couldn’t even think straight of how the scripture really went because she was so scared.
She could hear the raging waters downstairs in the first story, and was terrified the waters would rise to the second story any time now. Recently she’d read in the news that in an unusually heavy thunderstorm in Texas, following the severe drought since October 2010, eight inches of rain had fallen. Flash flood waters from the Blanco River
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As the water slammed against the steel stilts, Rachel knew she had to act fast to get everything up to the second floor. She thought she’d be safe on the first floor with how high the stilts were. She raced up and down the stairs with a pin light like a crazed woman, praying out loud the blood of Jesus and in the Spirit. With it being night time and there being no power, the task was even more arduous.
Is this it? She thought. Am I about to drown and die?
Rachel had just finished hauling everything up to the second story, when she felt the house swaying a little. God, is the house going to collapse? Will the foundation hold? She wondered.
She remembered the parable in the Bible that Jesus had told in Matthew 7:24-27 of the man who built his house on the rocks and the man who built his on sand.
“Everyone then who hears these words of mine and does them will be like a wise man who built the house on the rock. And the rain fell, and the floods came, and the winds blew and beat on that house, but it did not fall, because it had been founded on the rock. And everyone who hears these words of mine and does not do them will be like a foolish man who build his house on the sand, And the rain fell, and the floods came, and the winds blew and beat against that house, and it fell, and great was the fall of it.”
She’d memorized this passage one summer, working with Faith years ago on her memory verses for Bible Vacation School at their church, and had never forgotten the verse. How timely these words were now! Was she wise or foolish? Would her beach house stand?
She grabbed the thick cord of rope and the axe, her purse and the plastic bag filled with important papers. She knew the papers were some of the most difficult things to attain after a natural disaster, and how important they were.
Her purse contained her wallet, which held pictures of her family. Quickly she got out the last family picture they’d taken several years ago. It was too dark to see it now, but she knew that picture by heart. She’d looked at it so many times through the years, praying about their family, for God to do healing love miracles in Jesus’ name.
Everyone was older now than they were in the picture, but they were all smiling, genuinely. They’d gone out to eat and to a movie just before having Rachel’s friend Tara professionally photograph their family pic, and so they were all in a good mood. Rachel and Autumn had even joked around together about Channing Tatum in the movie, voted one of 2014’s Sexiest Men Alive. Even though Jackson felt slightly jealous about them admiring Channing, their laughter together warmed his heart.
In the picture, Faith was in the middle of everyone, sandwiched between her parents, as if she held them together as a family by iron will. Rachel knew it was God, though, who kept them intact and held them in the palms of His Loving Potter’s hands. Rachel held the picture close to her heart, crying and praying. Would she ever seen her loved ones again?
God, she prayed, please let me live. I want to live! I don’t want to die yet! Please forgive me of any unconfessed sin! Please protect me and get me safely back home to my family. God, please give me a second chance to love again! God, have mercy and help me!
Chapter 6: Survival
As Rachel prayed, her body shivered hard in fear. Get a grip! The Lord is my Shepherd, I shall not want, yea though I walk down the valley of the shadow death, I will fear no evil , she prayed. She couldn’t even think straight of how the scripture really went because she was so scared.
She could hear the raging waters downstairs in the first story, and was terrified the waters would rise to the second story any time now. Recently she’d read in the news that in an unusually heavy thunderstorm in Texas, following the severe drought since October 2010, eight inches of rain had fallen. Flash flood waters from the Blanco River
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