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The winds howled as
Dottie Rambo walked along a Florida beach among the scattered pieces of
driftwood. A small fire, built by her husband, Buck, flickered nearby. He was
there, sitting a short distance away, as her protector. However, he wanted her
to be alone with her thoughts. Dottie wanted to ponder the thoughts that were
troubling her soul. An unfaithful friend had caused disappointment. Out of such
troubled times, a song usually appeared. One was there, stirring in the heart
of this lady who had been writing songs since she was 9 years old.
"There had been a very bad storm
the day before," Dottie said, "and driftwood was scattered along the
beach. I was going through a time that was a low valley for me. It was sort of
a 'storm' in my own life. As the whitecaps broke across the water, and as I
walked among the driftwood and the seaweed with my guitar strapped over my
shoulder, I pondered the lyrics of several songs that the Lord seemed to be
giving to me at the time."
"All of a sudden I thought,
'Lord, this storm is so much like my life, and yet, in the midst of the storms
of life, you have been a shelter to me. When I can't take the storm, I run to
you for that shelter and, suddenly, I feel secure.'"
"While thinking on those things
and watching as the wind kicked up the waters, I began to write a song. The
melody was coming as I played my guitar, but I could not find an opening for
the song. I could not find a way to interpret the song, something that would
give it a springboard.
"As I continued to walk, I pled
with the Lord, 'Lord, how am I going to start this song?' And, as I was talking
to God, the closeness of the Lord touched me on the shoulder. I felt his
presence, so real. I had a very warm feeling and these words came forth: 'Thank
you, Lord, I feel the touch of your hand, so kind and tender.' Then I started
to weep and I said, 'Lord, that is how I will open the song.'" The words
kept coming as the Lord gave to Dottie a message for her own troubled heart.
"I feel the touch of hands so kind and tender.
They're leading me in the paths that I
must trod.
I'll have no fear for Jesus walks
beside me
For I'm sheltered in the arms of God."
"So let the storm clouds rage
high,
The dark clouds rise,
They don't worry me;
For I'm sheltered safe within the arms
of God.
He walks with me,
And naught of earth shall harm me,
For I'm sheltered in the arms of
God."
Dottie told me, "I asked the Lord
to let me, at least once each year, write a song that will speak to the hearts
of Christians everywhere." She did just that.
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