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Hello Chosen Ones:
I feel an urgency to get this offering of Food for the Spirit II,
“Before the Storm” out to you. Especially to those of you within the
path of Hurricane Isabel, like myself. And to those of you with loved
ones in these areas, pass this on—whether email or calling them to read
it to them. I also will send out an “After the Storm” edition, in
faith, I believe with me that all who read or hear this email will be
alive and well to partake in the upcoming edition—including me to allow
God to use me to write it. I wrote the following story after God
brought me through Hurricane Fran.
Light in the Dark
On Friday, September 6, 1996, at 3:00 A.M., I got a wake-up call that I
will never forget! The ferocious winds accompanying Hurricane Fran
sledgehammered my sweet dream. I awoke to a world void of light and no
silvery moon. I was in the basement of a wood-framed house surrounded
and held captive by flag-pole-tall bending and breaking pine
trees—disoriented, scared, and alone. It was like living inside the
Fear choked me as I crawled through the house in what I hoped was the
direction of the bathroom. Death knocked at the windows and doors
begging for entry. But I wasn’t answering. I bumped into every wall,
felt each sharp corner of furniture, and shouted in an attempt to drown
death’s call. “Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of
death, I will fear no evil; for You are with me; Your rod and Your
staff, they comfort me” (Psalm 23:4, New King James Version). I shouted
the same verses repeatedly with ouch’s mixed in like choruses. I knew
that if I could get to the bathroom, which was in the center of the
house, I would be safe.
As I crawled and listened to the hurricane that raged all around me, I
realized that it could very well be my last night on earth. I felt the
coolness of the ceramic tile under my hands and knees as I made it to
the safety of the windowless bathroom. I felt the toilet seat, propped
myself up, and grabbed the Bible and mini-battery-powered clip-on book
light out of my magazine rack. I turned to Psalm 119 and read, “Your
Word is a lamp to my feet and a light to my path.”
In the background, I heard the crackling and thump of snapping trees.
Thunderously loud wind, crashing glass, and tree branches slashed all
around the wood-frame house. Through my tears, I recited out loud,
“Your Word is a lamp to my feet and light to my path. Your Word is a
lamp to my feet and a light to my path.”
Yet, still—I thought of death.
I wanted one moiré chance to tell my mother, father, and especially my
son, Michael, “I love you.” No excuses. No long talks. I wanted them
to know that I genuinely loved them—since forever—and until forever is
no more. And then something happened.
Peace washed over me like the warm waters of a baptismal pool. It was
like God wrapped His loving arms around me like a loving father comforts
his child awakened by a nightmare. The wind seemed muffled. Time
stopped. Whether I lived or died did not seem to matter. An
incomparable light flooded my spirit. The tiny book light shone like a
beacon illuminating the vast night sky that surrounds it, beckoning the
troubled ships to shore.
I whispered a prayer, “Even if I did, I know that you are with me. If I
live, you are still with me. Whether I live or die—all is well with my
soul and for that truth I am grateful.” I stretched out on the bathroom
floor and fell asleep.
A loud tapping sound woke me. I opened my eyes to the light of dawn
filtering through the slit at the bottom of the bathroom door…**
**© 2002, Stanice Anderson, Light in the Dark, pg. 122 (hardcover) I SAY
A PRAYER FOR ME: One Woman’s Life of Faith and Triumph co-published by
Walk Worthy Press & Warner Books. Trade paperback edition releasing
While that is from my book, I believe that God wanted it to be for times
such as these…freely God gave to me…and freely I give to you. And now,
I feel compelled to pray.
Dear Heavenly Father,
I pray a special prayer today for those of use who Hurricane Isabel
threatens. Thank you God that you are greater still than any
hurricane…than any one thing and any combination of things. You alone
are God Almighty and you promise never to leave us nor forsake us.
Father keep us safe, keep our loved ones safe, keep even strangers to us
who are no strangers to you SAFE. Station your infinite number of
guardian angels around us to protect us, minister to us especially in
the darkest hours. Lord for those of us that don’t know you as their
personal Lord and Savior even during the storm let them experience
first-hand and personally Your grace and mercy. Let them know that you
are just a prayer away and that You are The Light that dispels ANY AND
ALL Darkness. Grant us peace that surpasses all human understanding.
In Jesus’ Name, I, your servant and friend, Stanice, pray for all who
you’ve allowed to read or hear this email. Amen and Amen. So be it.
Stanice Anderson, Author & Motivational Speaker
Author, I SAY A PRAYER FOR ME: One Woman's Life of Faith & Triumph
Walk Worthy Press/Warner Books
TRADE PAPERBACK Edition IN STORES OCTOBER, 2003
Speaker Engagements email: stanice.stanice.com
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|Reviewed by Lynn Pinder
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