Sometimes it storms so intense and so frequent
that I wonder if the sun
I look up in the sky, night after night,
longing for a clear, star-filled,
cloudless night, with no
thunder rolling, lightning,
rain, wind, or hail.
When the sun finally peaks out from
among the big, fluffy clouds,
I realize more than ever that
God is merciful.
God is yet alive and He is good.
He is our source and He is all we need
to survive the storms, the lonely nights,
the heartaches, the struggles,
and the frightening
diagnoses the doctors give.
The storms are tests, tests of faith,
endurance, and loyalty.
The storms make us more grateful
to see the