One afternoon, thunder boomed and streaks of lightning sizzled outside the window. Uncle Deb grabbed his Bible from its special shelf and sat down at the table.
“Come sit with me, Allie. Let’s read some Bible.” He opened to Psalms and read, “O God, hasten to deliver me: O Lord, hasten to my help.”
Thunder crashed, shaking our little house. Uncle Deb jumped from his chair and ran to the windows, pulling the curtains closed. When he sat again, he turned a page and read, “Save me, O God, for the waters have threatened my life.”
I didn’t like loud noises either, but they didn’t frighten me. I reached over and held his hand.
“God will take care of us, Allie Girl. Remember that all your life,” he said.
I nodded, but I didn’t understand. If God will take care of us, why was he so afraid?
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