sanctuary.

should the sky fall in fits...

with the whistle of winds rattling in the cracks and corners of our home...

should the stomps of angry mobs shake the streets...

with fists flying and words like knives...

should misery wrap the region in a fearful grip...

i think the storm could knock at our unanswered door, the mob could melt into the background noise, the grasp of strife could drop us like a wet bar of soap.

not to say we'd be unaffected. it would feel colder and darker in here. we'd probably be huddled in a bed trying to remember our favorite things through the sounds of thunder.

we might even create some of our famous family storms indoors.

but we'd be okay in our little sanctuary of faith. we'd be together and there would be light and warmth somehow. our Lord would be our refuge, our strength, our song.

and after the storms He'd guide us through the healing.