When April was a child she lived Northern California. Her father George worked for the Forest Service as a firefighter. Several times her dad faced dangers which put his life at risk. Hearing the stories around the dinner made April fearful of fires, and that fear caused her to have nightmares. They were so realistic that she would wake in the night sweating and trembling.
Her Mother comforted her but still she feared. Then one Sunday Pastor Martin shared a scripture during his sermon which made her sit up and take notice.
“You will not fear the terror of night, nor the arrow that flies by day, nor the pestilence that stalks in the darkness, nor the plague that destroys at midday. A thousand may fall at your side, ten thousand at your right hand, but it will not come near you. You will only observe with your eyes and see the punishment of the wicked. If you say, “The LORD is my refuge,” and you make the Most High your dwelling” (Psalm 91:6-9)
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