I have found that there isn’t always a calm before the storm. Some storms rage, knocking us off our feet, destroying everything we have worked to accomplish. Others are quiet and steady altering or otherwise delaying plans we have made. Living in a season of storms demands a faith I never thought I would need and could never muster on my own. In these times, the Lord provides a peace that truly shames worldly wisdom.

Visa Denial.
Change of field.
Culture shock.
Earthquakes.
Loss of home.
Language discouragement.
Landslide.
A scary ER trip.
Country-wide shortages of essential supplies.

And all in 9 months! It’s only by God’s grace we’ve made it through all of this with our sanity somewhat intact. It’s not that we have experienced anything majorly tragic, (and, oh, how I thank God for that!) but even the seemingly endless trickling of trial that just won’t subside takes its toll day after day. Sometimes, I find myself longing for a more uneventful existence, but I know that among the seated and satisfied is not where the Lord does His great work! Keeping that in mind from one storm to the next is the hard part. I am praying for calm, but preparing for a storm. Looking back, I am comforted seeing how He has provided all I have needed to weather each storm, and it is with this knowledge I can persevere with the work He has given me to do. And not only to carry on but to find joy, to see the Light as I struggle to keep my head above water, and, perhaps, help others see It too as they search for something…anything…to keep them afloat.

My brethren, count it all joy when ye fall into divers temptations; Knowing this, that the trying of your faith worketh patience.But let patience have her perfect work, that ye may be perfect and entire, wanting nothing.

Have you experienced a similar season of storms in your life?
I would love to hear your experiences in the comment section below!

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