The Storm

They were together in the House. 

Just the two of them.



It was a cold, dark, stormy night.

The storm had come quickly


 and 

each time the thunder boomed he watched her jump.





She looked across the room and admired his strong appearance...and

 wished that he would take her in his arms, comfort her and protect her 

from the storm.





Suddenly, with a pop, the power went out.... She screamed...

He raced to the sofa where she was cowering.



He didn't hesitate to pull her into his arms.



He knew this was a forbidden union and

 expected her to pull back.




He was surprised when she didn't resist but instead clung to him.

 The storm raged on...





They knew it was wrong...

Their families would never understand... So consumed were 

they in their FEAR that they heard no opening

 of doors...just the faint click of a camera......



Psalm 94:16-19 (Msg) 

Who stood up for me against the wicked?

    Who took my side against evil workers?

If God hadn’t been there for me,

    I never would have made it.

The minute I said, “I’m slipping, I’m falling,”

    your love, God, took hold and held me fast.

When I was upset and beside myself,

you calmed me down and cheered me up.