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Back in her hotel room, Caroline pulled out the pocket Bible she’d packed in the bottom of her carry-on. In general, she tried not to read it when Calvin was around. It wasn’t that she was ashamed of God’s Word. She just knew that if she did it where he could see her, she was opening herself up to all kinds of ridicule.
Tonight, she was reading through the Psalms. Reading words that felt like they were written for her at this exact time and this exact place.
He who dwells in the shelter of the Most High will rest in the shadow of the Almighty.
There were so many people on her heart to pray for. For her husband’s safety as he passed information onto the Vegas police. Becky, who’d seen far too much for a girl her age. Becky’s mother, who must be frantic with worry back home.
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