God's promises are kept

I was living in a house in San Diego during a period of heavy rains. On the news, dangerous floods were encom-passing the Los Angeles area, and this storm was expected to head south toward San Diego.

That day a plumber who had come to the house asked if I was afraid of mudslides. He seemed concerned, as the house was on the edge of a canyon. I responded that I hadn't given it much thought. Later on, in the middle of the night, I was wakened by the sounds of howling winds beating against the house. I was gripped with such fear of the destructive force of the storm.

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Seeing and hearing
July 31, 1995
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