Praise You in this Storm

This day really didn’t turn out well.

Let’s just say I have some unfinished business that is unreasonably burdensome. It really made my whole day collapse, and I felt really nauseous. It was the first time I felt like throwing up just because of a problem that isn’t physical. I was thankful my stomach was relatively empty when I went to the toilet to toss some cookies.

Believe in me, who believes in you!– Kamina, Tengen Toppa Gurren-Lagann

Cheesy line, I know. But you know, no matter how bad this day got—I really couldn’t bring myself to say God was being mean to me. I’m not attempting any logic here, so don’t look for fallacies. Logic is so myopic when it comes to the big picture. Deep inside, I knew that my relationship with the Father was more than just us pandering each other and giving each other good stuff. It’s more than us being nice to one another, because many people think that’s all religion is all about. Many people think that’s what faith is all about.

I know He knows I can take this, because He gives me the power. He cares enough for me to hold my hand through it. Why did He let this happen? I really don’t know. But I know He’s gone ahead of me and is cheering me on. I know He’s pushing me from behind. I know it will end well if I trust in Him. If I believe in Him, who believes in me.

That’s all. Here’s a song that tells me what this is all about.


Praise You in This Storm
performed by Casting Crowns
words by Mark Hall/music by Mark Hall and Bernie Herms

I was sure by now,God, that You would have reached down
and wiped our tears away,
stepped in and saved the day.
But once again, I say amen
and it’s still raining
as the thunder rolls
I barely hear You whisper through the rain,
“I’m with you”
and as Your mercy falls
I raise my hands and praise
the God who gives and takes away.

Chorus:
And I’ll praise you in this storm
and I will lift my hands
for You are who You are
no matter where I am
and every tear I’ve cried
You hold in your hand
You never left my side
and though my heart is torn
I will praise You in this storm

I remember when I stumbled in the wind
You heard my cry to You
and raised me up again
my strength is almost gone how can I carry on
if I can’t find You
and as the thunder rolls
I barely hear You whisper through the rain
“I’m with you”
and as Your mercy falls
I raise my hands and praise
the God who gives and takes away

Chorus

I lift my eyes onto the hills
where does my help come from?
My help comes from the Lord, the maker of heaven and earth
I lift my eyes onto the hills
where does my help come from?
My help comes from the Lord, the maker of heaven and earth

Chorus

~ by J. R. R. Flores on March 31, 2008.

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