It’s been a strange week. An earthquake on Tuesday left my daughters and I rattled and unnerved. Along with straightening pictures and sweeping up glass from the cherished broken crystal glasses we also sought ways to relax again in our home.
“I always thought I would be safe here,” my youngest spoke putting words to our deepest fear.
Even as she said it I sighed within. Would any of us ever feel safe again in our home?
“You are safe, honey,” I reassured giving her a squeeze, “because your safety is in the One Who holds you.
Safe, no matter what.
My girls and I held each other close for a long time.
Gratitude filled our hearts as we saw buildings condemned and then torn down.
In only a few seconds a familiar deli is now permanently closed.
In only a few seconds sanctuary ceilings are cracked.
In only a few seconds school buildings were seriously damaged.
no lives were lost. Miraculously no one was hurt.
Once more neighbor stood beside neighbor watching with horror and waiting to see if their homes would crumble.
Shaking earthquakes have led to stronger relationships.
A big hug. A tender embrace there. Phone calls of concern.
Hearts that look up in faith to the One Who Loves and understand maybe a little more that safety is only in Him. That’s how it’s always been. And that’s how it will always be.