Fear comes in like a rush of rain over the roof of a tiny house. It beats down the shingles and whispers doubts to the strength of its stability. The house will soon cave into the tiled floor below, crushing every sign of life that was ever inside. Before the rain gets any power, it must go through our great God. Nothing could ever destroy us, for we live inside the palm of God's hands. With His strength inside our hearts, nothing could ever separate us from a life of grace.