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Lord, as we sort through the wreckage of disaster, present or future, may our confession always be:

Lord, as we sort through the wreckage of disaster, present or future, may our confession always be:

Lord, as we sort through the wreckage of disaster, present or future, may our confession always be:

Though the hurricanes blow and the angry storms surge; though the fires ravage and the floods rise; though our homes collapse and loved ones are gone; though the crops are destroyed and food is scarce; though the power fails, and the drought remains; though our resources are depleted, and all hope seems gone—Yet still, we will trust in You, Lord. For You are Our Life; You are our Rock; You are our Refuge; You are Our Hope. Without You we are nothing, and without You we have nothing. You are still the God of miracles, and You still love the world. So, once again, we turn our eyes to You and pray, and wait, and trust. Thank You for the promises in Your Word. Thank You that You never fail us and that You never leave us—alone.

In Jesus’s precious name,
Amen

| via Rebecca Barlow Jordan

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