Praying through the night—with Psalm 91

A few years ago, Hurricane Sandy was moving up the coast of the United States. It was predicted that the storm would hit the Tri-State region of New York, New Jersey, and Connecticut hard. At the time, our family lived in a small harbor town. While there were evacuations being requested nearby, we were told that we should be safe and it was OK to stay put. 

Early in the evening the wind picked up and was very loud. My husband, my son, and I sat together in the living room singing hymns, in order to acknowledge God’s presence as being right there and all around, despite the drama of the storm. A little later, the power went out. Our son was feeling nervous, so we continued to sing hymns and talk about God.

When it was bedtime, our son decided to sleep in our room, which was on the first floor in the front of the house. As my husband was closing the shutters, he motioned for me to come to the window. Outside I saw water rushing up the street toward our home. We calmly took our son and pets upstairs to higher ground, along with a few cherished pieces of furniture. We could hear the water lapping all around the house, and that sound was alarming.

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