I heard this story awhile ago. This morning it lifted my heart.
A man took his son and daughter hiking on a warm spring afternoon in the mountains of Colorado. At some point during the day the little girl wandered off of the trail. The father and son eventually found her but realized that now the three of them were lost. It was nearing evening and quickly the beautiful spring weather turned returned to freezing temperatures. The 3 were now lost in the mountains in a snow storm. Because it had been so warm earlier, they were not prepared for a night in the blizzard. The children were especially cold and began to shiver uncontrollably. The Dad knew he had to do something if any of them were going to make it until morning. He dug a hole in the snow, where his children huddled closely together. In order to protect his children from the elements, he covered the opening with himself.
In the morning the children awoke to find that their Father had indeed given his life for them.
I was encouraged this morning on my way to the coffee shop as I remembered that Jesus is my shelter; my covering, my refuge. I need not run from Him, but run to Him. He has already given His life for me; for you.
Much love, Katie
O my people, trust in Him at all times. Pour out your hearts to Him, for God is our refuge. – Psalm 62:8
P.S. Tomorrow morning I’m picking up my dear friend Marci from the airport and then heading to a women’s retreat for the weekend. Monday morning I’ll be driving Marci back to Indiana. I figured that since I’ll be down there anyways, I might as well begin to record some stuff for my next CD. How fun!!! I’m Excited!!