And there arose a great storm
Some of the storms of life come suddenly: a great sorrow, a bitter disappointment, a crushing defeat. A senseless tragedy.
Some come slowly.
They appear upon the ragged edges of the horizon no larger than a man's hand, but, trouble that seems so insignificant spreads until it covers the sky and overwhelms us.
Yet it is in the storm that God equips us for service.
When God wants an oak He plants it on the moor where the storms will shake it and the rains will beat down upon it, and it is in the midnight battle with elements that the oak wins its rugged fibre and becomes the king of the forest.
When God wants to make a man He puts him into some storm.
The history of manhood is always rough and rugged.
No man is made until he has been out into the surge of the storm and found the sublime fulfillment of the prayer:
"O God, take me, break me, make me."
We all have our daily battles and challenges.
Some are minor and some are more serious, but at the end of the day the bottom line is that one fact remains true always - this too shall pass!
You may not see the clearing of the storm just yet and all hope might be close to lost, but you have to live to fight one more day!
There may not be any answers or reason for the storm.
But remember that it will always get better.
It is a fact - not just a hope!
Time will help heal the painful wounds of today - even if we cannot seem to imagine the day where things will resemble any normalcy.
You will get there!
You are not alone!