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As Hurricane Florence was churning off the coast of Florida I was putting the finishing touches on my hunting blind and tripod feeder. My hunting blind had seen her better days and she was showing signs of her old age, but she still kept me concealed and dry. I kept an eye on the Hurricane, and the forecast had it coming directly over our location. I bought groceries and filled extra gas cans and prepped the generator for what was coming. All the while my faithful blind sat 60 feet below my house down by the creek. The weather man was predicting 17 inches of rain over the next three days. As the storm moved in the creek began to rise. The incessant rain pushed the creek out of its banks. I donned my rain jacket and headed to the creek on a rescue mission. My tripod feeder had to be moved to higher ground or it was a goner. In the pouring rain I wrestled the big plastic beast up the side of the muddy hill to safety. All the while my aging blind kept looking at me pitifully. I couldn't rescue her now there was too much work to be done. Homes and businesses were flooding and the water was threatening my house as well. I shoveled gravel for hours in the pouring rain to divert water from entering my house. All the while the creek was getting higher and higher. My old hunting companion sat stalwartly down by the rising creek without so much as a peep. The water rose 35 feet during the storm. When it was over and the waters had receded I went to survey the damage to my hunting spot by the creek. Hugh oaks were gone. Trees and debris was stacked up above my head in places. But right where I left her lay my hunting blind. I had tethered her to several small trees. And there she was, a former picture of herself. Flattened, bent, twisted, and mud covered she lay there. But the flood waters had not carried her off. I untied her from her berth and she sighed her last breath. Anchored to those little trees is all she needed to stay in her place. She was literally under 20 feet of water for days, but she wasn't swept away. I gave her a decent burial. LESSON: If we remain tied to the unchanging Word of God it will keep us anchored during the worst storm we can face. Hebrews 6:19-20 says, "This hope we have as an anchor of the soul, both sure and steadfast, and which enters the Presence behind the veil, where the forerunner has entered for us, even Jesus."
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