It's raining here, and it's not the light spattering that seems to be common down here. No. Tonight has been a night of thunder and lightning and pouring rain. Despite these conditions, until recently I was fast asleep. Granted, I woke up to the window shaking crash of thunder that sounded at the same time as the light flashing through the windows, but, knowing I had nothing to fear, I went right back to sleep.
On getting up to help a labouring mom, I was greeted by the exclamations of "We were hit! We were hit!"
It seems as that coinciding lightning flash and thunder crash was the moment when one of my coworkers, working downstairs by the window, looked out to see a corner of our clinic's roof get hit by branches of lightning.
In the heart of the storm, pounded by rain and hit by lightning, I felt safe in this rickety old house. Just like that, in the eye of the proverbial storm of life, I can take rest in the knowledge that I am hidden away in the safety of my Refuge.
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