From A Widow’s Might today…

I have made the Sovereign Lord my shelter,

and I will tell everyone about the wonderful things You do.

Psalm 73:28 NLT


Most people think of flowers blooming and trees budding. While I think of those things, my mind goes straight to tornadoes. I have lived in “tornado alley” most of my life. I remember as a child throwing coats and seasonal items frantically from the closet under the stairs. I hid there with my dog, cat, cage of mice or gerbils, and my flute, while my father, like most true Okies, stood in the yard watching the clouds! I have seen the destruction of these storms, big and little. So this spring, my stomach has begun to churn more as I am now the sole protector of my little band of Dyers.

While I was married, my husband would often call from work, telling me whether storms were coming to our side of town or tell me a national news story that just popped up on his computer. I loved the feeling of security that came from this man loving us and taking care of us. However, with his death came the added responsibility of protecting my family like I have never felt before. Yes, I KNOW God ultimately takes responsibility for our protection, but my children still look to me in this home. If I panic, they will panic.  If I remain calm, they will, well, panic too! I have some children that resemble their mother in this way!

With all this going around in my head this spring, I was completely caught off guard when my phone rang the other day. To my surprise, on the other end of my phone was a storm shelter company. I was informed some friends of mine had collected money to combine with a large sum from the company, to present me with a shelter for my family.

I have such wonderful, caring friends!

The day before they were to come to install the shelter, I was reading my “One Year Bible” (which, as it turns out, will take me longer than one year) and came across this verse—my shelter is the Sovereign Lord.shelter

As much protection as my shelter provides my family, my ultimate shelter cannot be found just in the underground shelter. I still have to trust in the Sovereign Lord as my shelter.

One thing I have learned over the last four or five years is that storms come into our lives. Big storms. Storms that rock our foundation. Storms that strip away everything we held precious. And sometimes tornadoes wipe out entire neighborhoods.

When these storms come, those who found shelter survived. They survived with only their lives, stripped of everything material they held precious. I have seen the footage of people exiting their storm shelters, with the view scarring them forever. All they do is cry because they are so thankful for their lives. They come to realize our lives are most precious. When the storms of job loss, widowhood, and marriage failures hit us, we must find shelter in the Only Shelter who matters.

Our storm shelter is quite small for a reason. The obvious reason is because I have a lot of people to hide, but another is because the only thing that matters to me in a storm is my children’s lives. That’s it. There is no room for all those precious photo albums, my piano, my quilts, my cookbooks, my framed photos. While many of those things cannot be replaced, the only thing that matters to me now are my children.

I was so thankful I found this verse at just the time I needed it. I am also thankful for friends being the hands of God for my family. And I am thankful for these crazy, wonderful, loving, freckled children of mine.

Sovereign Lord, You are my shelter. Many storms have come into my life and I am thankful for the foundation of truth I have in You. Help me to always be ready to share Your wonderful deeds with all those around me. Amen


Elizabeth Dyer is aelizabeth 325x325 writer/speaker with  A Widow’s Might/A New Season Ministries, Inc.. She resides in Oklahoma, amid earthquakes and tornadoes, giving her ample opportunities to trust God! Her six children, large dog, noisy cat, and guinea pigs keep her busy enough, but she still finds time to have coffee now and then with a friend.  Elizabeth lost her husband in 2012 and loves to share how God is leading her on this new journey.


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