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#SOL16. No.13.

Outside the temperature is 44, but feels more like 37. A cold rain is falling. A trace of someone’s wood fire is filtering through the woodsy, mossy air.

Inside my kitchen is toasty, warmed by the aroma of breakfast–coffee, bacon, an omelet, a maple bar fresh from the local donut shop.

It is Sunday morning and a song is singing in my head …

Hide me now
Under your wings
Cover me
within your mighty hand

When the oceans rise and thunders roar
I will soar with you above the storm
Father, you are king over the flood
I will be still and know you are God

Find rest my soul
In Christ alone
Know his power
In quietness and trust
(“Still” -words and music by Reuben Morgan)

Be still, and know that I am God.
Psalms 46:10

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