Where Do You Hide Out A Storm?

On a long windy gray pier in Duluth, tourists wrap overcoats tight and pace the length, peering down steep embankments to the treacherous water below. White freshwater gulls dive and parry for bread scraps, sounding like a coastal town. Giant oil and iron ships pass under the lift-bridge, while stern metal signs warn pedestrians to stay far from the churning waters and the slick shear sides of the canal.

My in-laws lived in Duluth for decades in an old blue and white wooden house perched precariously on a steep hill, overlooking Lake Superior. Above the mantel in their living room, a magnificent framed photograph in greens, greys and blacks caught everyone’s attention upon entering the home. In the tiny center of a storm-swept pier, where galing winds and waves crashed against a lighthouse, a small figure slipped quickly behind the protection of a strong door. Giant waves had already engulfed the pier’s length, and raged menacingly against the lighthouse. Built to withstand any storm, the lighthouse was a stronghold, a protected fortress.

Mark and I have heard of two deaths this week, and stood crying next to a mom and dad our age whose thirteen year old son lay in the coffin behind them. Hugging thin shoulders, we spoke just a few words, and let silence hang in somber honor of the loss. At the coffin, his mom found herself running her fingers through her son’s ringlets and wavy hair.

“He always had the best hair,” she laughed and cried.

The intimacy of that act shook me, and has stuck with me the longest.

“That’s what I would be doing too,” I whispered ragged to my husband. “I can’t imagine the agony of having to close the lid on my son and not see him for a while.”

We have been aching with and praying for our friends this week.

The image of a stalwart lighthouse built to withstand the fiercest storms comes to my mind tonight. In my women’s Bible study this morning, we learned that the Hebrew word for “strength,” maoz, means a safe haven, refuge, protective fortress, stronghold. 

So tonight I’m praying for God’s strength to be that fortress, that safe haven; to be a place where my friends– and all of us–can hide out from the crashing storms that threaten to swallow us.
Photo credit #1: Jerry Bielicki.
Photo credit #2: LakesnWoods.com Duluth Gallery

(Feel free to check out this past post about similar topics, entitled: Life and Death Intertwined.)

How can I pray for you this weekend, friend? We’re heading out on a youth group retreat this weekend, if you want to pray for us. Or join me in praying for our friends who are mourning their son. Thank you. 

(Linking with Emily.)  

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  1. Tresta on October 25, 2013 at 3:23 am

    Praying with you. Such devastating loss and deep mourning…praying the comfort and peace of Jesus over your friends.

  2. Floyd on October 25, 2013 at 3:07 pm

    Our worst fears… I'm praying for your friend and her family…

  3. Kathleen T. Jaeger on October 28, 2013 at 12:04 am

    So sad….

  4. Dontmissyoursunsetlady on October 28, 2013 at 9:40 pm

    I am so very sorry! I will say a prayer for them as well I dare say there is no more insufferable loss than the loss of a child! I am sure you see loss far too often, being in the front lines of ministry. Thank you for your transparency. – TJ

  5. Pamela on October 29, 2013 at 1:34 am

    Losing a child is grief beyond words. The silence means so much, tears without words and the prayers.I'll be praying for your friends going through their storm.

  6. Cheryl Barker on November 8, 2013 at 4:32 am

    Jennifer, I see this post is dated Oct. 24th. I stood by my mother's coffin that day and said goodbye for now. We lost her unexpectedly as a result of injuries she sustained in a car accident. It has been a heartbreaking time — more than I could have imagined. But, the Lord has also shown us many tender mercies throughout the loss. He is my hiding place. My rock, my refuge, my comfort. Blessed be the name of the Lord…

  7. Jennifer Dougan on November 9, 2013 at 12:59 am


    Nice to meet you. Thanks, friend, for your prayers for this family.


  8. Jennifer Dougan on November 9, 2013 at 1:08 am

    Thanks, Floyd.


  9. Jennifer Dougan on November 9, 2013 at 1:11 am


    Nice to meet you. Thank you for stopping in, and for your prayers for this family with me.

    Please forgive my delay in replying.


  10. Jennifer Dougan on November 9, 2013 at 1:14 am


    Thank you for your prayers for this family and for your warmth here. Please forgive my delay in replying.


  11. Jennifer Dougan on November 9, 2013 at 1:17 am

    Thank you, Pamela. I can't imagine what they are going through.


  12. Jennifer Dougan on November 9, 2013 at 1:20 am

    Oh Cheryl,

    I am so sorry. I cannot imagine what you are going through. Wow, my friend.

    Praying for you, and aching with you tonight from Minnesota.


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